"Yu don't get me to wallow in hot alkali an' lose time ridin' in ankle-deep sand when I can hit th' south trail, skirt th' White Sand Hills an' be in God's country again.

I ain't goin' to wrastle with no ca on this here trip, none whatever.

I'm goin' to travel in style, get to Big Spring by ridin' two miles to where I could only make one on this stove.

Then I'll head north along Sulpher Spring Creek an' have water an' grass all th' way, barrin' a few stretches.

While you are bein' fricasseed I'll be streakin' through cottonwood groves an' ridin' in the creek." "Yu'll have to go alone, then," said Red, resolutely.