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In the cove, they saw the light streaming from the window of the dugout that famous window that had given Lahoma her first outlook upon learning. As the beams caught his eye, a sigh heaved the great bulk of the former master of the cove, but he said nothing.
"I went away because I loved you," he answered softly. "I promised Brick I'd go if I felt myself caring and nobody could help caring for you. That's why I left the country. Just as soon as we laughed together it happened. That's why I didn't come again." "Yes," sighed Lahoma, as if it was not so hard to understand, now. "And that's why I've come back," he added. "Because I've kept on loving you."
The theme filled him with enthusiasm such as no long-settled commonwealth is able to inspire, and though Lahoma considered herself a Texan, she was able to enter into his spirit from having always lived at the margin of the new country.
"Will you marry me at the journey's end?" Lahoma turned very red and laid down the sandwich. Then she laughed. Then she started up. "Let's get on the ponies!" she cried. The snow, that morning, lay in drifts from five to eight inches across the trail, and to the height of several feet up against those rock walls raising, as on vast artificial tables, the higher stretches of the Kiowa country.
Yes, I'm coming back to the West, and if the winds don't blow all the sand away, under the sand I expect to be buried. But I want to live until I'm buried. People have made the big world as it is, well they are welcome to it; but God has made the cove as it is, and it's for Me and Brick and Bill. "Good night. "Lahoma.
Look here, Brick Willock, Lahoma is your cousin, but I claim my share in that little girl and I ask you sharp and flat " "Oh you go to !" cried Willock fiercely. "All of you." Wilfred said lightly, "Red Feather has already gone there, perhaps." "Eh?" Willock wheeled about as if roused to fresh uneasiness. The Indian chief had glided from the room, as silent and as unobtrusive as a shadow.
Lahoma, divining as much, urged Wilfred to hasten, assured him that she enjoyed the publicity and stirring life of the Mangum hotel and expressed confidence that should she need a friend, Mizzoo would help her through any difficulty. So Wilfred rode away with Bill, and Willock was not mentioned.
"Does he read?", she asked Willock, breathlessly. "Does he read, Brick?" Willock surveyed the seated figure gravely. "He reads!" he responded. The man looked up, saw Willock and bent over his book discovered Lahoma on the pony, and looked up again, unwillingly but definitely. "You never told me you had a little girl," he remarked gruffly. "You never asked me," said Willock.
I ain't saying I mightn't get out of this country and find a safe spot where I could live free and disposed with an old renegade like HIM that nobody ain't after and ain't a-caring whether he's above ground or in kingdom come. But I couldn't be with Lahoma; I'm under ban." "If you were on my farm near Oklahoma City," Wilfred suggested, "and Lahoma and I lived in the city, you could often see her.
"If he gives up his secret we ain't going to handle him rough," was the quick retort. Lahoma found that the softening influence she had exerted was already fast dissipating. They bore with her merely because of her youth and sex. She cried out desperately. "Is there nothing I can say to move your hearts? Has my story of that pearl and onyx pin been lost on you? Couldn't you understand, after all?
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