What is it you know?"
"Well," with a quick breath as he took the plunge, "it's like this,
marshal; there is just one place out yonder," and he waved his hand to
indicate the direction, "on the east rim o' the valley, where yer might
get down. Ye'd have ter hang on, tooth an' toe-nail; but both of yer
are mountain men, an' I reckon yer could make the trip if yer took it
careful an' slow like. Leastwise that's the one chance, an' I don't
believe thar's another white critter who even knows thar is such a
trail."
"Have you ever been down?"
"Wunst, an' that was enough fer me," he confessed, drawling his words.
"Yer see it was this a-way. One time I was out there in that hell hole
plum' alone fer a whole week, just a waitin' fer Mendez ter show up so
I could ride into Haskell and tell Lacy he'd come. It was so damn
lonesome I explored every nook an' cranny between them rocks, an' one
day, lyin' out in front o' ther bunk-house, I happened to trace this
ol' trail. I got a notion to give it a trial, an' I did that same
afternoon. I got down all right, but it was no place fer a lady,
believe me, an' I reckon no white man ever made it afore.
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