"That's her all right," I told him.
"How long you say she's been gone?"
"One week today."
"Seems like she's been here a lot longer'n that. No, guess not,—today's Wednesday ain't it? Yep, yep, that's right, she come last Wednesday. That's the day I drove into town. She was here when I got back."
I changed the subject, anxious to check on Miss Duncan's accuracy. I asked the man,
"How far is it to Rotan?"
"Three-and-a-half miles."
"Do you happen to know where that little mare was about an hour- and-a-half ago?"
"Yep, she was down in the back of the pasture."
"Which way does your pasture run from here?"