Midnight
But Midnight did not care . For hours their way had been through a trackless plain of uncropped salt grass , or grama , on the rising slopes : now they were in a country of worn and freshly traveled trails : wise Midnight knew there would be water and nooning soon . Already they had seen little bands of horses peering down at them from the high knolls on their right . Midnight wondered if they were to find sweet water or alkali . Sweet , likely , since it was in the hills ; Midnight was sure he hoped so . The best of these wells in the plains were salt and brackish . Privately , Midnight preferred the Forest Reserve .