that she believed in these people , these mythical , friendly rich people , people with excessive amounts of land and goodwill , some kind of benevolent squires , galloping over their land and eager to give it away , instead of putting up no trespassing signs every few feet along the perimeter of their property , which was more like what really happened , what you really saw when you got near one of these oversized ranches , and she had faith that these arizona land barons , if they ever even existed , would somehow want to have something to do with us , that she somehow vibrated at the same frequency , a certain knowledge of quality , and if there was no real ability for us to consume quality , living in a tract home wearing old , ill-fitting clothes , was unbelievable .