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Updated: May 9, 2025
The baby was smiling at him delightedly, with a quirk of the lips and a twinkle lodged deep somewhere in its eyes. It worked one hand free of its odorous wrappings, spread four fat fingers wide apart over one eye, and chirped, "Pik-k?" and chuckled infectiously deep in its throat. Bud gulped and stared and felt a warm rush of blood from his heart up into his head.
The baby was again covering one twinkling eye with its spread, pink palm, and was saying "Pik-k?" and laughing with the funniest little squint to its nose that Bud had ever seen. It was so absolutely demoralizing that to relieve himself Bud gave the squaw a shake.
He left it open while he stared after her astonished until the baby put up a hand over one of Bud's eyes and said "Pik-k?" with that distracting little quirk at the corners of its lips. "You son of a gun!" grinned Bud, in the tone that turned the epithet in to a caress. "You dog gone little devil, you! Pik-k! then, if that's what you want."
It was as though Lovin Child, of a demon one instant, was in the next instant snuffed out of existence. "What yuh done?" Bud ejaculated, rolling wild eyes at Cash. "You " The coyote skin rattled a little. A fluff of yellow, a spark of blue, and "Pik-k?" chirped Lovin Child from under the edge, and ducked back again out of sight.
He looked up farther, studying Cash's set face, sitting back on his little heels while he did so. Cash tried to keep on staring into the fire, but in spite of himself his eyes lowered to meet the upward look. "Pik-k?" chirped Lovin Child, spreading his fingers over one eye and twinkling up at Cash with the other.
Here, you set down a minute, and let Bud take a peek up there." "Bud pik-k?" chirped Lovin Child from the blankets, where Bud had deposited him unceremoniously. "Yes, Bud pik-k." Bud stepped up on the bunk, which brought his head above the low eaves. He leaned and looked, and scraped away the caked mud. "Good glory! The kid's found a cache of some kind, sure as you live!"
"Here I've got wood to cut and water to bring and grub to cook, and I can't do none of them because I've got to ride herd on you every minute. You've got my goat, kid, and that's the truth. You sure have. Yes, 'Pik-k, doggone yuh after me going crazy with yuh, just about, and thinking you're about to blow your radiator cap plumb up through the roof!
Now what'd yuh mean by that, oletimer?" Bud obeyed an overpowering impulse to reach out and touch the baby's cheek with a mittened thumb. The baby responded instantly by again demanding that Bud should take. "Pik-k?" said Bud, a mitten over one eye. "Pik-k?" said the baby, spreading his fat hand again and twinkling at Bud between his fingers.
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