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He muttered a Mexican oath or two and went mortifiedly away to lead the horses down to the little stream where they might drink. The girl was right he was a fool, he told himself angrily; and sulked for hours. Fool or not, he had told Annie-Many-Ponies what she wanted to know.
Annie-Many-Ponies, standing there looking at Ramon Ramon who laughed at her goodness knew now what the future that had lain behind the mountains held in store for her. Not happiness, surely; not the wide ring of gold that would say she was Ramon's wife. Luis was right. He had spoken the truth, though she had believed that he lied when he said Ramon would never marry a woman.
He went mumbling rebellion that was merely the effervescing of a mood which would pass with the words it bred, to the store-room which Annie-Many-Ponies had called the prop-room. He found there, piled upon a crude shelf, many little bundles of wire folded neatly and with the outer end wound twice around to keep each bundle separate from the others.
"Wagalexa Conka, here is plenty hot coffee," came a soft voice at his elbow, and Luck turned with a smile to take the steaming cup from the hand of Annie-Many-Ponies. The Native Son poured a cup and offered it to Tomas Chavez. "Quire cafe?" he asked. "Si, señor; Gracias." Tomas smiled, and took the cup and bowed.
Annie-Many-Ponies stilled the ache in her heart with the thought of her proud place beside Ramon who had much land and many cattle and who loved her so much. She lifted her hand and swore she would go with him. She slipped away then and crept into her tent in the little cluster beside the house for the company 'had forsaken Applehead's adobe and slept under canvas as a matter of choice.
He hesitated a moment, evidently weighing a matter of more importance to him than he would have Annie-Many-Ponies suspect. "Sweetheart, yoh do one thing for Ramon?" His voice might almost be called wheedling. "Me, I'm awful busy tomorrow. I got long ride away off to my rancho. I got to see my brother Tomas. I be back here not before night.
Him not friend to Wagalexa Conka say nothing always go around still, like fox watching for rabbit. You not friend to Bill Holmes?" "Me? No I not friend, querida mia. I got business. I sell Bill Holmes one silver bridle, perhaps. I don' know mus' talk about it. Yoh tell him come here by big rock, sweetheart?" Annie-Many-Ponies took a minute for deliberation which is the Indian way.
Annie-Many-Ponies sprang to her feet, startling the little black dog that gave a yelp of astonishment. Came he in peace? She hesitated, watching him unwinkingly. Something swelled in her chest until she could hardly breathe, and then fluttered there like a prisoned bird. "COLA!" she gasped, just under her breath, and raised her hand in the outward, sweeping gesture that spoke peace.
"How I calls yoh wife when I not gets one kees, me? Now I calls yoh la sweetheart good enough when I no gets so moch as touches hand weeth yoh." "I go way with you, you gets priest for make us marry?" Annie-Many-Ponies edged closer so that she might read what was in his face. "Why yoh no trus' Ramon? Sure, I gets padre! W'at yoh theenk for speak lies, me? Sure, I gets padre, foolish one!
"Yow father be mad I let you stay, he maybe shoot me," Luck argued, secretly flattered by her persistence. Annie-Many-Ponies smiled, a slow, sphinx-like smile, mysteriously sweet and lingering. "Nah! Not shoot you. I write one letters, say I go work for you. Now you write one letter by Agent, say you let me stay, say I work for you, say I good girl, say I be Indian girl for your picture.
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