“Carson City.”
“What brought you here?”
“We started for the 'Bar X' Ranch down below, on the Canadian; got caught in a sand-storm, and then just drifted. I do not know within twenty miles of where we are.”
She drew a deep breath of unconcealed relief.
“Are you alone?”
“The negro and I—yes; and you haven't the slightest reason to be afraid of us—we're square.”
She looked at him searchingly, and something in Keith's clean-cut face seemed to bring reassurance, confidence in the man.
“I am not afraid,” she answered, coming toward him around the short table. “Only it is so lonely here, and you startled me, bursting in without warning. But you look all right, and I am going to believe your story. What is your name?”
“Keith—Jack Keith.”
“A cowman?”