"Ain't seen any Big W cattle, back along the trail, have you?"
No, we hadn't—until suddenly I remembered.
"We saw some about ten days ago, on the other side of the Divide."
"Whereabouts?"
"On a mesa, northwest across the ridge from Dixon Park."
"Good eye," he grinned. "I heard some of our strays had got over into that country, but I wasn't sure."
We weren't here to talk cattle, though; and Fitz spoke up:
"Where's the nearest ranch, or town?"
"The nearest town is Shenandoah. That's on the railroad about eight miles yonder. Follow the right-hand trail and you'll come out on a wagon-road that takes you to it. But there's a ranch three miles up the valley by this other trail. Sick man?" The cow-puncher had good eyes, too.
"Yes. We want a doctor."