It was Virginia.
The man who got out and joined the group was a red-faced, hard-visaged man of about fifty, dressed in black broadcloth, and wearing a beaver hat.

He had a black silk cravat tied about a standing collar, with high points that rolled out in front, and he looked rich and domineering.

He was ever afterward a big man in Monterey County, and always went by the name of Governor Wade, because he was a candidate for governor two or three times.

He was the owner of a big tract of land over to the southwest, next to the Gowdy farm the largest in the county.

He came striding over to us as if whatever he said was the end of the law.