"I don't know where I'm going, cowboy.  I must have gotten lost and made a wrong turn somewhere," said Calico.

"Well, I'll will tell you ma'am, if you would just set that shotgun down next to you nice and gentle like.  I don't reckon I'd like getting shot in the belly by a trespassing woman."

"Trespassing!  You got a lot of nerve, mister, but I'll set it down as long as you behave yourself!  Keep your hand off your gun."

"Yes, ma'am.  You got no call to be afraid of me, ma'am.  I'm harmless when there's no gun pointing at me.  I only shoot in self-defense."

"Well, you wear your gun pretty low, mister.  You look like a fast gunman to me or even worse an outlaw."

"Yes, ma'am.  I'm fast all right.  But like I said, I only shoot in self-defense, and I try hard not to shoot at ladies.   As for looking like an outlaw, ma'am, when I'm riding and working the high country all alone, I never shave or clean up.  I'm the line rider this month for the Flying T2 Ranch.

"So you want to tell me where I am or not, cowboy?"

"Yes, ma'am.  I just told you.  You're on the Flying T2 Rough Stock and Cattle Co. Ranch, ma'am.  You're about ten miles outside of Yuma, Arizona.  This is Arizona territory.  The other side of this mountain is California, ma'am.  Just what direction do you reckon you were heading?"

"I"m on my way to Smithville, Arizona to my Uncle's ranch.  Oh, no!  Now its starting to snow flurry."

"Yes, ma'am.  The weather changes mighty fast up here in the mountains and you are not properly dressed for the winter weather up here."