"Ka-a-ay bueno, yo'!" Her teeth gnashed together upon the words.
"I no tellum lie. Good Injun him kill Man-that-coughs. All time
I seeum creep, creep, through sagebrush. All time I seeum hoss
wait where much rock grow. I seeum. I no speakum heap lie.
Speakum true. I go tell sheriff mans Good Indian killum
Man-that-coughs. I tellum--"
"Why didn't you, then, when the sheriff was in Hartley?" Evadna
flung at her angrily. "Because you know it's a lie. That's
why."
"Yo' thinkum Good Injun love yo', mebbyso." Hagar's witch-grin
was at its malevolent widest. Her black eyes sparkled with
venom. "Yo' heap fool. Good Injun go all time
Squaw-talk-far-off. Speakum glad word. Good Injun ka-a-ay
bueno. Love Squaw-talk-far-off. No love yo'. Speakum lies,
yo'. Makum yo' heap cry all time. Makeum yo' heart bad." She
cackled, and leered with vile significance toward the girl in the
doorway.
"Don't you listen to her, honey." It was Phoebe's turn to
reassure.
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