These women now made him ponder.

Cora, who was accustomed to the range and whose interests were his own in many ways, the princess, whose money and influence could get him something to do in Wagon Wheel, and Mary, whose very name made him shudder with remembered adoration--each one now made him think.

Mary, of all the group, was most certainly unfitted to share his mode of life, and yet the thought of her made the others impossible to him.
The marshal saw him ride up the street and throw himself from his horse before the post office and hastened toward him with his hand extended.
"Hello! Mose, I've got a telegram for you from Sweetwater." Mose took it without a word and opened it.

It was from his father: "Wait for me in Wagon Wheel.

I am coming." The marshal was grinning.