"I can testify to that. I'm eighty-seven year old myself, born January 1, nineteen double ought. Broke a hip here a while back when my horse fell on me. It hadn't healed too good. Nowadays, they can take out the old joint and put another in its place. This gimpyness don't straighten out, I might get me a brand new one. Say, what's this all about now, anyway? I'm not entirely clear."

Stacey said, "Sheriffs Department is going over some old files, taking another look. We're reworking this case in hopes of resolving it."

"And you come up here why?"

"We wanted to see the crime scene so the reports would make more sense. Those old crime scene photographs don't tell how the area's laid out, relative distances, things of that sort." This again from Stacey. So far I hadn't said a word.

Johanson's eyes strayed to my face with the same thinly veiled curiosity. "I can understand that. I brung my son down here when they was hauling her body out of the ravine. He was fourteen and thought it was just fine and dandy hitchin' rides every time he had to go someplace. I wanted him to see where he could end up."

"You have a son that young?" I said, trying not to sound too surprised.

The old man grinned, showing blackened and crooked teeth. "Got two," he said. "I been married five time, but I never had kids until this last go-round. Youngest boy's thirty-two yesterday. I got him workin' on the ranch. Other boy's a bum. I guess I have to think of it a fifty percent success instead of fifty percent failed."

Dolan dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed the ember thoroughly with his heel. "You think that's what happened to her? Someone offered her a ride and ended up stabbing her to death?"

"That'd be my guess. You know they never did figure out who she was. Pitiful, you ask me. All these years, her mom and dad never knowed what happened to her. Prob'ly still think she's comin' home and there she was laid out with her throat cut ear to ear."

Stacey said, "Identifying the girl is part of what we hope to accomplish."

Dolan was already firing up his second cigarette. "We appreciate your time, Mr. Johanson. I'm sure you're busy and we don't want to keep you. Thanks for meeting us."

"Happy to oblige. You needn't bother about me: I'll just tag along 'til you're done and lock the gate again."

"We won't be long. We'll be happy to lock the gate after us when we leave."

"I don't mind the wait." Stacey and Dolan exchanged a glance, but neither said another word as they trudged the remaining distance to the edge of the ravine.