And she won't do your washing any more, mum--she said so. You're
kay bueno yourself, because you take Good Indian's part. We're
all kay bueno--all but me. She wanted me to quit the bunch and
go live in her wikiup. I'm the only decent one in the outfit."
He gave his mother an affectionate little hug as he went past,
and began an investigative tour of the stone jars on the cool
rock floor within. "What was it all about, Grant? What did yuh
do to her, anyway?"
"Oh, it wasn't anything. Hand me up a cup of that buttermilk,
will you? They've got a dog up there in camp that I'm going to
kill some of these days--if they don't beat me to it. He was up
at the store, and when I went out to get my horse, he tried to
take a leg off me. I kicked him in the nose and he came at me
again, so when I mounted I just dropped my loop over Mr. Dog.
Sleeping Turtle was there, and he said the dog belonged to Viney,
So I just led him gently to camp."
He grinned a little at the memory of his gentleness.
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