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Updated: May 19, 2025
Annie-Many-Ponies thrust her head through the opening and looked out, and then stepped over the little black dog and stood before her tent to watch the Happy Family mount and ride away with Wagalexa Conka in their midst and with the mountain wagon rattling after them loaded with "props" and the camera and the noonday lunch and Pete Lowry and Tommy Johnson, the scenic artist.
Pink suggested boldly, "and let her be his daughter instead of Rosemary?" "Say, what does that there walka-some-darn-thing mean, that she calls yuh?" Big Medicine wanted to know. "By cripes, I hate talk I don't savey." "Wagalexa Conka?" Luck smiled shamefacedly. "Oh, that's just a name the Indians gave me. Means Big Turkey, in plain English.
Him not friend to Wagalexa Conka say nothing always go around still, like fox watching for rabbit. You not friend to Bill Holmes?" "Me? No I not friend, querida mia. I got business. I sell Bill Holmes one silver bridle, perhaps. I don' know mus' talk about it. Yoh tell him come here by big rock, sweetheart?" Annie-Many-Ponies took a minute for deliberation which is the Indian way.
"Never seen such a maniac for puttin' things where a feller can't find 'em, as what Luck is." He was not actually speak ing to Annie-Many-Ponies or if he was he did not choose to point his remarks by glancing at her. "Wagalexa Conka, he heap careful for things belong when they stay," Annie-Many-Ponies observed in her musical contralto voice which always irritated Applehead with its very melody.
Applehead was going to drive the wagon, and she scowled when he yanked off the brake and cracked the whip over the team. Luck, feeling perchance the intensity of her gaze, turned in the saddle and looked back. The eyes of Annie-Many-Ponies softened and saddened, because this was the last time she would see Wagalexa Conka riding away to make pictures the last time she would see him.
His eyes were blurred so that he could not see her face, and his voice shook so that he could scarcely form the words that brushed back death from her soul and brought a smile to her eyes. "Annie little sister!" Annie-Many-Ponies raised one creeping hand, groping until her fingers touched his face. "Wagalexa Conka cola!"
Why must he keep Ramon posted? She glanced ahead to where Luck stood thinking deeply about something, and her eyes softened in a shy sympathy with his trouble. Wagalexa Conka worked hard and thought much and worried more than was good for him. Bill Holmes, she decided fiercely, should not add to those worries. She would warn Ramon when next she talked with him.
I stand here, you smoke two times, I look." "You mus' be moonbeam," he told her, reaching out again, only to lay hold upon nothing. "Come back, sweetheart. I be good." "I not like you touch," she repeated. "I good girl. I mind priest, I read prayers, I mind Wagalexa Conka " There she faltered, for the last boast was no longer the truth.
But when Wagalexa Conka sorry for the harshness he had felt it his duty to show that morning smiled and told her she had done fine, and that he was pleased with her, Annie-Many-Ponies did not smile back with that slow, sweet, heart-twisting smile which was at once her sharpest weapon and her most endearing trait.
For ten minutes she stood there on the top and stared away to the southeast, whence she had come to keep her promise to Ramon. Never, it seemed to her, had a girl been so alone. In all the world there could not be a soul so bitter. Liar thief betrayer of women and she had left the clean, steadfast friendship of her brother Wagalexa Conka for such human vermin as Ramon Chavez!
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