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Updated: June 9, 2025
Then you'll go with me and ask her to forgive you before she dies. You will. You needn't try to get away from me. I let you thrash your strength out before we came to this settlement. Be still!" Beverly commanded, as Santan made a mad effort to release himself. "Hurry up, and remember she is dying.
"Beverly Clarenden, there are two auld-lang-syners behind you right now. One is Marcos Ramero, and the other is Santan of Bent's Fort," I said, softly. Beverly turned quickly, something in his fearless face making the two men drop their eyes. When we looked again they had left the Plaza by different ways.
You can trust a nigger 'cause they never no 'count, but you don't know what you gettin' when you trust an Indian. But, Cla'nden, that Apache Indian, Santan, ain't goin' to trouble you no more. When the world ain't no fit place for folks they needs helpin' out of it, and I sees to it they gets it, too. Whoo-ee!" She paused and leaned against the crooked cypress.
"We like good Indians like her. She's one clipper." Santan had merely looked him through as though he were air, and made no reply, nor did he ever by a single word recognize Beverly from that moment. The evening before we left Fort Bent we children sat together in a corner of the court.
"They didn't give me a ghost of a chance to escape, but they didn't harm a hair. They kept me for a meaner purpose, and, well, I was landed, finally, at Santan's door-step in the Apache-land. Santan offered to let me go free if I'd persuade Little Blue Flower dead down there to marry him. He had her come to me on pretense of my sending for her.
"That Indian in the Plaza to-day is Santan, or Satan, dead sure; and you'd never guess, but he's the same redskin Apache red that was out at Agua Fria that time we were there long ago. The very same little sneak! He followed us clear to Bent's Fort. He put up a good story to Jondo, but I'll bet he was somebody's tool. You know what a critter he was there. But listen now!
Eloise and Father Josef and Santan and Little Blue Flower were all there that day; and Jondo, although we did not know it then. Rex Krane had told Beverly, going out, that an Indian never forgets. In all the years Santan had not forgotten. To-day we covered the miles rapidly. Jondo and Father Josef rode ahead, with Esmond Clarenden and Felix Narveo following them; then came Eloise St.
"You remember me, Santan, the Apache, at Fort Bent?" he questioned. Jondo looked keenly to be sure that his memory fitted the man before him. "Yes, you are Santan. You brought me a message from Father Josef once." The Indian's face did not change by the twitch of an eyelash as he replied. "I would bring another message from him. He would see you an hour later than you planned.
He didn't look right to me at all, but I couldn't sit still and see him kill himself. If he needed killing I could have done it for him, for he never saw me. Just as he stooped I saw his face. It was that Apache Santan the wander-foot, for I never heard of an Apache getting so far from the mountains.
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