Now they were sitting as stiffly as if they were in church. Ma died young. The shot missed the white man but wounded one of the Indian horses. Did you even like to sing? he asked, trying to get her to talk about something else.
But the drive had started, and no one got much of a chance to question him until that evening, when they were all getting their grub. Sometimes he felt a strong longing to be back in his old job in Fort Smith, even if Roscoe was no longer alive to be his deputy. Put up your horses then, Blue Duck said. And yet Indians, who could not even talk a normal language, seemed to understand more about it even than Mr.
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