We had a little brush with them just south of the
border,he explained. He was hopelessly, helplessly under the spell of hercharms.
Reckon I would have ef aSiwash hadnt come along an give me some water.
Many times have I beenupon the war
trail.
Later in the day would come heat and silence.
Tomorrow they would be back and she would return tothe post with them. Thatwas as
near as he would come to asking where Juh was. These women get terriblylonesome way
out here, especially when their husbands are inthe field. Why then should he flaunt
hissorrow in the faces of those whose burdens were as great ashis? Theywere as the
dirt beneath his feet, for was he not an Apache,a war chief?
Well, she inquired presently, whats eatin you? Say
that Shoz-Dijiji is no pindah lickoyee. Yep, said Billings, I reckon as how I am.
Itaint a good thing to encourage out this away.
Shoz-Dijiji will throw away all his weapons except
hisknife, said the young warrior.
The Captains wife is an old friend of
mymothers.
Thelieutenant struggled, but the man who held him
was a giantin strength.
Nakay-do-klunni is dead, replied Shoz-Dijiji. There
is a place where the trail runs between thesteep walls of a canyon.
Heranged northern Sonora, a solitary figure, grim,
terrible.
Perhaps Juhwould come soon, but he was
impatient.
He saved me once from a tin-horn whowas tryin to
get fresh. No kill, snapped Shoz-Dijiji with finality. No kill, snapped Shoz-Dijiji
with finality.