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Updated: June 26, 2025
When Uncle Kit showed him the dead Utes, he walked up to one of them, gave him a kick and said: "Lo-mis-mo-cay-o-te," which means, "All the same as cayote." Gray Eagle gave us each a horse, thanked us very kindly and returned to his village with his animals. We proceeded on our journey to Santa Fe, which took us twelve days.
This is not, as has been supposed, to let the blood out of the wound, but to make the arrow carry. Every tribe has its own arrow. It is claimed that the Pawnees are the best manufacturers. The Comanches feather their arrows with two feathers; the Navajos, Utes and all Apaches, except the Tontos, have three feathers the Tontos using four feathers for each shaft.
Brown mildly suggested that the Sunset people should be seen, but that he was sure that all they would ask would be the value of the animals. During the protracted argument a party of accompanying Utes came into the discussion, threatening individuals with their bows and arrows. The Navajos were fed and then was developed the truth.
"In an hour he came back again. 'Utes come, he said. 'Have just lighted fire and going to cook. No come tonight. Leaping Horse has good news for his brother. There are no stars. "That is good news indeed, I said. 'If it does but come on to snow to-night we may carry our scalps back to the settlement yet. "'Leaping Horse can feel snow in the air, he said.
But get this straight. I'll not have you startin' trouble in camp. If you've got a private quarrel against any of the boys it will have to wait." "I ain't aimin' to start anything," growled Houck. "Not till this job's finished." "Good enough. Hear or see anything of the Utes as you came?" "No." "Which way you come?" Houck told him. Presently the two men walked back toward the chuck-wagon.
The Oriental's quaint irreverence was of the letter and not of the spirit. Through the swing door burst Bob Dillon. "Know where there's a rifle, June?" She looked at him, big-eyed. "Not the Utes again?" she gasped. "Bank robbers. I want a gun." Without a word she turned and led him swiftly down the passage to a bedroom. In one corner of it was a belt. Bob loaded the gun. June's heart beat fast.
"I suppose uncle talks their language?" "No, I don't reckon he knows the 'Rappahoe dialect. But the tribes on the western side of the plains can mostly understand each other's talk; and as I know he can get on well with the Utes, he is sure to be able to understand the 'Rappahoes' talk."
By some unlucky chance or evil fate he had come straight from Bear Cat to their night camp. The Utes left Houck pegged out to the ground while they sat at a little distance and held a pow-wow. The outlaw knew they were deciding his fate. He knew them better than to expect anything less than death. What shook his nerve was the uncertainty as to the form it would take.
The night wore itself out. With the coming of day the spirits of the less hardy revived. The ranchers on the plaza breakfasted in groups, after which their children were bundled off to school. Scouts rode out to learn the whereabouts of the Utes and others to establish contact with the approaching militia.
Another man had trodden down the fears to which he had afterward lightly confessed and had carried off the situation with a high hand. His admiration put Hollister on a pedestal. How had the blond puncher contrived to summon that reserve of audacity which had so captivated the Utes?
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