Horsesandcattlewereeverywhere。Everyclumpofcottonwoodssurroundedasmalladobehouse。DuanesawMexicansworkinginthefieldsandhorsemengoingtoandfro。Presentlyhepassedahousebiggerthantheotherswithaporchattached。Awoman，youngandprettyhethought，watchedhimfromadoor。Nooneelseappearedtonoticehim。
Presentlythetrailwidenedintoaroad，andthatintoakindofsquarelinedbyanumberofadobeandlogbuildingsofrudeststructure。Withinsightwerehorses，dogs，acoupleofsteers，Mexicanwomenwithchildren，andwhitemen，allofwhomappearedtobedoingnothing。Hisadventcreatednointerestuntilherodeuptothewhitemen，whowerelollingintheshadeofahouse。Thisplaceevidentlywasastoreandsaloon，andfromtheinsidecamealazyhumofvoices。
AsDuanereinedtoahaltoneoftheloungersintheshaderosewithaloudexclamation:
\"Bustmeifthetain’tLuke’shoss！\"
Theothersaccordedtheirinterest，ifnotassent，byrisingtoadvancetowardDuane。