<p>When Durfee rode up the valley, he found that the country fitted his mind as a glove fits the hand?the sort of glove that he preferred to wear?a little lighter in the leather and more delicate in the make than most of the buckskin gloves that a cowboy will buy.<br>He liked the look of things, because that look was clean. He saw the gleam of water, here and there; water that looked as though it might be running even in the dry middle of Septemb...