The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-22
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 Zachary "Hades' Jones came to life first. While the other three in his party still stared, he parked.
 "A squaw! Looky thar, it's a squawl"
 He was stating an obvious fact not for its information, but to con- vey the contempt he felt. The old man positively glared at the red girl.
 Hoffman was grinning broadly. And all at once Bob Barry saw the funny side of it to. He laughed heartily.
 "That makes twice" he ad- mitted. First a partner then a cook. Miss Lane, will those clothes you bought the cook fit her?"
 The whole party laughed then, and Bob was quick to apologize. oh, I'm sorry, uh - Honey -- whatd you say your name is? Honey Bee? We were not laugh ing at you, but at ourselves. You see, we expected a male cook q man."
 T cook thee white mans food" she repeated. T cook 1t better than thee white mans woman" She looked at Mary Melissa.
 "Whatll we dop' interrupted iades Jones. "Cain't take no danged squaw for no cook!"
 But Bob felt that Honey Bee needn't be insulted any more by rude whites, himself included. He apologized again.
 Sure, sure come on tonight anyway. Honey Bee, and COOK supper and breakfast for us wei still be skirting the Indian country, and you can ride home tomorrow and send us a man. III pey you. It's all right
 Honey Bee Girl. The name was singularly appropriate, Bob ad- mitted. She was quick of motion like a wild thing, sweetly pretty She said she was 19 years of age She spoke fairly good Engnsn' She rode her horse with surprS- ing grace and ease.
 "You say you have been to white school?" Mary Melisas asked somewhat formally. The Indian merely nodded. oo,o.
 "Where? Where is the schoolY
 "phoenix," Honey Bee said But she spurred her horse, then. She had tolerated Mary Melissa riding heside her, somewhat in the rear of the others, but now she did surprising thing. She galloped tne few wards to catch up with Bop Barry, and refined in her horse to walk beside his, never iook'hs back. A,,s,oa furiously in spite Of herslei' ~ was something she hadn't felt m wears the sting of conscious' enholdened snub. People didn ' snub the Lanes. Not even In New Work. or Atlantic City, or Miami' The Lanes! Mary Melissa Lanes fanily and wealth dated back to-
 Suddenly the sheer oddity or tS she situation dominated her tnougnvS, After all, what Is aristocracy :, ( This arid desert land was lno'an ns country. Maybe a cook was oi low social caste In Manhattan, put cooking is Q fundamental thing ont west, in the outdoors Ana Wnow that she thought back -- @So,,csa realized that she had been a bit patronizing', at least In her tone. She oecioeo " forget the incident .os
 The supper that night turned o,st to be perfect. With scanI utensils, an outdoor fire, and a limited stock of supplies, Honey Pee quickly fed them generously and wei. She even found time to ,iisappear up a canyon evidently watered by an under-surlace vtrsam' and there pick a quantity If the odd plant called mhner lettuce, an unexpectedly deliclous salad which she dressed wiVh tIle r;ch % brown juice of fried ham 1t touched the mems appeVi'eS
 "Nothin' but a Indian couloa done that approved Hoffman picking his teeth, but Hades Jones snorted.
 That first night was uneventlu!, Tissa slept soundly, despite nei saddle soreness, and the party was moving again at dawn, Cactus ana ma brush forced them to ride smgle file most of this day, so that rela- lively, conversation was impossible, .,oUs, nrt interest heightened when they 5nallv made camp within sight of their goal. They were near the loot of the great Castle clifi. It