[...]that some men forgot their families and names for these dark-skinned women. I am coming to-morrow for the horses-in the morning, he repeated foolishly, returning the cup. She did t speak again, so bidding her a courteous good-night he mounted his horse and rode slowly into the gathering dusk. Hope stood there for a moment, returning to her study of the water; then two of the breed girls came toward her. One of them was giggling audibly. We heard him, said Mary. He thought you was one of us. It'll be fun to fool him. He's new out here, and don't kw much, anyhow. He's Edward Livingston, an Englishman, an' has got a sheep ranch about three miles over there.A sheep-man! exclaimed Hope, Isn't that too bad! [...].