He and Flora had a wonderful run of years, a son who was a marvel as far as Ross was concerned, and the friendship of the man and his wife who was riding alongside him again. He counted Yuma as perhaps the best place he had ever lived. Ralph had mixed feelings about the years he had spent in Yuma, but certainly not those during which he and Ross had spent so much time together.
As they drew near to Yuma, riding just outside the heavy brush line along the Colorado River, they began to see the dust cloud the town raised. Though there were a few of the new-fangled things called automobiles in the area mostly the people still rode horses or walked wherever they went. As people walked they kicked up dust. As the horses walked or trotted, or even galloped, they kicked up dust. Everything going
