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Yet she passed the bush and the bank and went away up the arroyo, silent as the shadows themselves, swift as the coyote that trotted over a nearby ridge to meet her mate nearer the mountains. Sol following much the same instinct in much the same way, Annie-Many-Ponies stole out to meet the man her heart timidly yearned for a possible mate.
There was a squeak and a thin, whimpering crying and the little black dog, at least, was sure of his supper. Annie-Many-Ponies, roused from her brooding, shivered a little when the rabbit cried. She started forward to save it she who had taught the little black dog to hunt gophers and prairie-dogs! and when she was too late she scolded the dog in the language of the Sioux.
Up till lately he made more pitchers asleep than he done awake. Take it when things was movin' right along, Mis' Green, 'n' Luck was shore talkative, now I'm tellin' yuh!" "My father, he got one oncle," Annie-Many-Ponies spoke up unexpectedly from her favorite corner. "Big Medicine man. Maybe I write one letter, maybe Noisy-Owl he come, make plenty storm.
"Once you git to likin' 'em that way " Pink scowled suspiciously. "I'll take mine straight," he said, and sent a resentful glance at Annie-Many-Ponies who was tittering behind her palm. "I calc'late I better beef another critter," Applehead suggested pacifically. "Worst of it is, the cattle's all so danged pore they ain't much pickin' left on their bones after the hide's skun off.
Annie-Many-Ponies, riding surreptitiously up the dry wash meaning to come out in a farther gully and so approach the corral from the west instead of from the east came upon Applehead quite unexpectedly. She stopped and eyed him aslant from under her level, finely marked brows, and her eyes lightened with relief when she saw that Applehead looked more startled than she had felt.
Annie-Many-Ponies looked at him with smoldering eyes, standing in the middle of the kitchen, refusing to sit down to the table until the main question was settled. "Why you say that?" she demanded, drawing her brows down sullenly. "You got plenty more Indian girls?" Luck shook his head. "You think me not good-looking any more?"
Annie-Many-Ponies attended to the strategic direction of the enterprise and let Shunka Chistala do most of the running. The high, clear laughter of the girl and her unintelligible cries to the little black dog had irritated Rosemary to the point of tears.
Much as she secretly resented certain Indian traits in Annie-Many-Ponies, and pleased as she would secretly have been if the girl had been recalled to the reservation, she was generously relieved because Luck could now go ahead with his round-up and trail-herd scenes while the weather was mild and sunny, and need not hurry the Indian-girl scenes at all.
Annie-Many-Ponies got up silently and went and stood beside him, looking down at him as though she meant to wrest the truth from his brain. And Luis, feeling in his sleep the intensity of her gaze, stirred uneasily, yawned and sat up, looking about him bewilderedly. His glance rested on the girl, and he sprang to his feet and faced her.
Would he not presently ask: "Where is Annie-Many-Ponies?" She knew just how he would turn and search for her with his eyes. She knew just how his voice would sound when he asked for her. Then, after a minute when he had missed her and had asked for her she would come and stand before him.
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