The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-03-01

shore Of fair-sized lake on the far
ther side Of which loomed the conical
lodges of an Indian camp.
"YOu sabe nOw?" said he as they
crossed the Ice. "This bunch generally
comes in here about this time, and
stays till spring. | get the squaws to
wash for me. Ever see Mr.. Indian on
his native heath2"
Hazel never had, and she was duly
Interested even If trifle shy OF the
red brother who stared so tiXcdly. She
entered lodge with Bill, and listened
to him make laundry arrangements in
broken English with withered old
beldame whose features reSemhled a
ham that had hung overlong in the
smokehouse Two or three blanketed
bucks squatted by the fire that sent its
blue smoke streaming out the apex of
the lodge.
"Heap fine squaw" one suddenly ad-
dressed Bill. "Where you ketchumT"
Bill laughed at HaZel's confusion.
away Off" He gestured southwark,
and the Indian grunted some unintel-
D 'S'bi' ''hibih III hAo O"h A'i'@'N -
which Roaring Bill laughed again.
Before they started home Bill sue
ceeded In purchasing, after much talk
pair of mOccaslns that Hazel con-
ceded to be work OF art what with
the dainty pattern of beads and the
ornamentation OF colored porcupine
Quills. Her feminine soul could not
cayil when Bill thrust them In the
pocket of her coat, even If her mind
was set against accepting any peace
tokens at his hands.
In the nearing sunset they went
home through the frost-bitten woods
where the snow crunched and squeaked
under their feet, and the branches
broke Off with pistol-llke snap wher
they were bent aside.
A hundred yards from the cabin Bill
! challenged her for race. She refused
to run, and he picked her up bodily
and ran with her to the very door. Ht
! held her Il second before he set hel
down, and Hazers face whitened. Sh'
could feel his breath on her cheek, anC
sic NOuih ltti IuiNti. anu ih'
rapid beat of his heart. For an instan
she thought Roaring Bill Wagstaff wa!
about to make the colossal mistake o.
trying to kiss her.
But he set her gently on her feet ant
opened the door. And by the time h
had his outer clothes OF and the fire!
started up he was talking whimsical!
about their Indian nelghbors, and Ha
Eel breathed more freely. The clear
est impression that she had. aside from
her brief panic, was of his strength. III,
ha' run with her as easily as If sh,
had been a child.
After that they went out many time
together. Bill took her hunting. init
ated her into the mysteries of riff
shooting, and the manipulation of
siX-shooter. He taught her to walk ol
snowshoes, lightly over the surface o
the crusted snow, through which other
wise she floundered. A sort of true
arose between them. and the days drift
ed by without untoward incident. BIZ
tended to his horses, chopped wood
carried water. She took upon hersel
the care Of the house. And throug
the long evenings, in default of conveI
sation, they would sit with a book o.
either side Of the fireplace that roare
defiance to the storm gods without.
And sometimes Hazel would find hei
self wondering why Roaring Bill Was
staff could not have come into her lif
: In different manner. AS 1t was-sh
never, never would forgive him.