She dragged up stones, and presentlywhat looked
very much like a human bone.
Well,finally, to prove my interest in his old cave
I climbed down in one ofhis graves.
Upon her return to the house she met Randolph. You
mean chopping sticks, cooking stuff and washing dishes? I cant let you attempt
getting down here alone, hesaid.
Huge clouds had rolled up, and except in the west
they were black andstormy.
Janey had tolook awhile to locate Randolph. They
thought they hadher number, mused Janey, defiantly.
S-s-s-some of y-y-y-youse hombres has done
s-s-s-somethin, stutteredTay-Tay, belligerently.
Randolph was walking, dragging at the animal. You
neednt concern yourself about me, said Janey, spiritedly. You cant walk, so youll
have to ride, he returned.
Janey had bidden him good night at his door, and
hewas not an early riser. Janey did not take much notice of them,despite their
transparent acts and words.
Surefoot had an easy trot, for which Janey was
devoutly thankful. Janeys quickintuition grasped that Randolph had burned his
bridges behind him. If no risks came along naturally she would make
some.
Janey started down, aware that he followed closely.
There was no trail she could see,though in the sand just below she discerned horse
tracks. It seemed realization was upon him, augmenting shame and fury.
He carried her several strides down beforeJaney
began to protest and squirm.
No,Dad, youre vastly mistaken in Phils
character.
He has a notionthere might be a buried pueblo at
Beckyshibeta. Perhaps the wrath of the cowboys, for it wascertain they could not
have been let into the secret.
Did youthink youd get away with this so easy? At
rare times when angry one will emit blood from itseyes.
I certainly wouldnt have waited for you, if thered
been any trail. And she adopted another, equallyfeminine, and very much
better.
She fell right upon Randolph who caught her in his
arms. In the west the bulge of desert waved black as ebony against the intensegold
flare of sky.
The rough contact of his hands andher own violent
action brought her blood up, gushing and hot.
You couldprobably throw me in a catch-as-catch-can
wrestling match.
She went out to see thecowboys ride away with
Bennet.
Naturally the fight could notlast long, for he was
overpowering her. Plain indeed was it that they were fond ofRandolph and proud of
his archaeological work. Perhaps he was disgustednow and hoped she would run
off.
Cant you credit me with changeor growth or
something worth while?