“I haven’t any. I started on foot and got lost.”
“From where?”
“From Mammoth.”
Sharply her keen eyes fixed him. How could a man have got lost near Mammoth and wandered here? He would have had to cross the range, and even a child would have known enough to turn back into the valley where the town lay.
“How long ago?”
“Day before yesterday.” He added after a moment: “I was looking for a job.”
She took in the soft hands and the unweathered skin of the dark face. “What sort of a job?”
“Anything I can do.”
“But what can you do?”
“I can ride.”