She thought of him lying with a broken leg, helpless, while his faithful beasts pawed the ground and whinnied their distress.

She spoke of these things once or twice, but her father merely smiled.
"Mose can take care of himself, daughter, don't you worry." Months passed before they had a letter from him, and when it came it bore the postmark of Durango.
"DEAR FRIENDS: I should a-written before, but the fact is I hate to write and then I've been on the move all the time.

I struck through the gap and angled down to Taos, a Pueblo Indian town, where I stayed for a while--then went on down the Valley to Sante Fee.

Then I hunted up Delmar.

He was glad to see me, but he looks old.