"
"Seems to me Ah do! The name's familiar, anyway. Did he come from
Yellow Jacket Pass way?" asked Mr. Brewster, scratching his neck,
thoughtfully.
"The same! Wall, he died an' left Sary with nothing but funeral costs.
She had to sell that measly ranch that Bill held a quarter interest in
to pay bills, and now she hain't got nawthin' but her health. Better
see Sary, Sam."
It was the dawn of hope for Mr. Brewster. Since starting on his self-
appointed search, he had been growing more and more despondent of
success. Now he urged his horse towards Yellow Jacket Pass to find Sary
Dodd.
After seeking at various ranches for the elusive Sary, he located her.
But she was not elusive looking. She was six feet in height and would
tip the scales easily at two hundred pounds.
"Are you widow Dodd? Jim Sattler sent me to see if you-all would like a
place to live out? We-all have company for the summer and my wife needs
help," explained Sam Brewster.
Sary beamed and exchanged polite introductions. "You-all tuk me clar
off my feet, Mr. Brewster. Yes, Ah did think some of goin' in a reel
good fam'ly to wuk, but nawthin' come up fer me, so Ah'm visitin' the
neighbors. Do you-all want me immijit?"
The rancher saw that Sary was over-anxious to accept his offer of a
place, but he was not the man to take advantage of her in financial
matters. So he replied:
"Ah s'pose we ought to fix the wage, but Mrs.
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