Sunday happened to be fair, with not too strong a wind blowing.

Before noon Little Lost ranch was a busy place, and just before dinner it became busier.

Horse-racing seemed to be as popular a sport in the valley as dancing.

Indeed, men came riding in who had not come to the dance.

The dry creek-bed where the horses would run had no road leading to it, so that all vehicles came to Little Lost and remained there while the passengers continued on foot to the races.
At the corral fresh shaven men, in clean shirts to distinguish this as a dress-up occasion, foregathered, looking over the horses and making bets and arguing.