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Updated: May 2, 2025
Sit-in-the-Sun looked quickly at her, and at the same moment she tore the paper in two and her fingers opened to release one piece of the envelope upon which she had been writing. A puff of wind carried it almost directly in front of the girl. Lane was still yawning sleepily, his gaze directed toward the spot where he presently expected Rosario to step out and call him to breakfast.
A quick step crunched the gravel behind Melissy. She did not need to look around to know that here was Black MacQueen. "What's this what's this, Hank?" he demanded sharply. "The young lady started to come up and speak to old Sit-in-the-Sun. I was just explaining to her how crazy the old squaw is," Jeff answered with a grin. "Oh! Is that all?" MacQueen turned to Melissy.
It ain't safe to come nearer is it, old Sit-in-the-Sun?" The squaw grunted. Simultaneously, she looked up, and Miss Lee thought that she had never seen more piercing eyes. "Is Sit-in-the-Sun her name?" asked the girl curiously. "That's the English of it. The Navajo word is a jawbreaker." "Doesn't she understand English?" "No more'n you do Choctaw, miss."
She was given to understand that she might walk up and down in front of the houses for a few minutes after breakfast. Naturally she made the most of the little liberty allowed her. The old squaw Sit-in-the-Sun squatted in front of the last hut, her back against the log wall. The man called Buck sat yawning on a rock a few yards away.
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