My mother died in Texas, an' I've lived out heah in this wild country--a girl alone among rough men.

Meetin' y'u to-day makes me see what a hard lot they are--an' what it's done to me." Jean smothered his curiosity and tried to put out of his mind a growing sense that he pitied her, liked her.
"Are you a sheep herder ?" he asked.
"Shore I am now an' then.

My father lives back heah in a canyon.

He's a sheepman.

Lately there's been herders shot at.