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"Quién sabe?" she said at last. At this Alchise hurried forward and touched Kut-le on the shoulder. "Take 'em squaw to Reservation. Medicine dance. Squaw heap sick. Sabe?" "Reservation's too far away," replied Kut-le, shifting Rhoda's head to lie more easily on his arm. "I'm making for Chira." Alchise shook his head vigorously. "Too many mens! We go Reservation. Alchise help carry sick squaw."
We can't jerk you out of the hands of the army if you git mixed up with it; that's one place where we stop. The reservation's a middle ground where we meet the nesters rustlers, every muddy-bellied wolf of 'em, and we can prove it and pass 'em by. They come and go here like white men, and nothing said.
This reservation's extension cost Lehi several sections of land. Altogether, Jones' life in the Salt River Valley was not an easy one. Finally he joined a community in northern Tonto Basin, where his wife and youngest child were killed by accident. After that he moved to Tempe. Thereafter he went to Mexico, where he had mining experience.
But Pink had slept five whole hours and was almost his normal self; which means that speech was not to be denied him. "What yuh mourning over?" he bantered. "Mad 'cause the reservation's so close?" "Sure," assented Rowdy, with deep sarcasm. "That's what I thought. Studying up the nicest way uh giving brother-in-law the glad hand, ain't yuh?"
Chadron whispered. "Just let it stay where it is, Thorn," advised the stranger, his quick hand on his own weapon before Thorn could grasp what it was all about, believing, as he did, in the safety of the reservation's neutral ground. "Macdonald is my name; I've been looking for you." The stranger came on as he spoke.
Suddenly, when the wind dropped for a moment, a faint rattle of wheels reached them from the depths of the wood, and the teamster raised his hand. "Pretty close," he said. "Come on as cautious as you can. The reservation's not far away, and we don't want them to get there much before us."
The distance, however, wasn't of particular importance. The powered aircraft which would tow Joe Mauser's glider to a suitable altitude preliminary to his riding the air currents, as a bird rides them, could also haul him to a point just short of the military reservation's border.
Paths led in from all parts of the Strip like spokes, with Ammons the hub around which the wheel of the reservation's activities revolved. From every section of the settlement the people gravitated to my claim; they came with their needs, with their plans, with their questions.
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