“It’s the road we come over. We passed through Denton this morning,” one of the men told her. “You belong to these parts?”
“Yes, and I should know my way better, shouldn’t I? It’s lucky I came upon you all, or I might have traveled around all night. Are you going much further?”
“A matter of thirty mile or so.”
“THE WOMAN GAVE A STARTLED EXCLAMATION.”
“And glad enough I shall be to get there. It’s weary traveling all this way from the States,” said the woman. “I reckon you find it pretty lonesome down here, don’t you?”
“Not so very. I am used to the country and I am with friends. Besides we don’t live very far from Denton, just on the edge of it, you might say, though the store is three miles away. There are two or three ranchos between us and the village but we can see the houses quite plainly and that makes it seem less lonely.”
“I wish we were going to be that near somebody,” said the woman.
“Oh, it won’t be long before we have neighbors,” said the man, cheerfully. “It’s fillin’ up fast down this way. Fine country, miss.”
“Yes, it is so,” said Alison.