The Heritage of the Sioux

**THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX** CHAPTER I WHEN GREEN GRASS COMES OLD Applehead Furrman, jogging home across the mesa from Albuquerque, sniffed the soft breeze that came from opal-tinted distances and felt poignantly that spring was indeed here. The grass, thick and green in the sheltered places, was f

CHAPTER II THE DAUGHTER OF A CHIEF IN spite of Andy Green's plea for delay until they knew what Luck meant to do, Applehead went on with his energetic preparations for a spring roundup of his own. Some perverse spirit seemed to possess him and drive him out of his easy-going shiftlessness. He offere

CHAPTER III TO THE VICTORS THE SPOILS "HEY, boys!" Luck Lindsay shouted to Applehead and one or two of the Happy Family who were down at the chuck-wagon engaged in uneasy discussion as to what Luck would say when he found out about their intention to leave. "Come on up here—this is going to be a wip

CHAPTER IV LOVE WORDS FOR ANNIE IN Tijeras Arroyo the moon made black shadows where stood the tiny knolls here and there, marking frequently the windings of dry washes where bushes grew in ragged patches and where tall weeds of mid-May tangled in the wind. The roundup tents of the Flying U Feature F

CHAPTER V FOR THE GOOD OF THE COMPANY ALL through breakfast Applehead seemed to have something weighty on his mind. He kept pulling at his streaked, reddish-gray mustache when his fingers should have been wholly occupied with his food, and he stared abstractedly at the ground after he had finished h

CHAPTER VI "I GO WHERE WAGALEXA CONKA SAY" THAT afternoon Ramon joined them, suave as ever and seeming very much at peace with the world and his fellow-beings. He watched the new leading woman make a perilous ride down a steep, rocky point and dash up to camera and on past it where she set her horse

CHAPTER VII ADVENTURE COMES LUCK, in the course of his enthusiastic picture making, reached the point where he must find a bank that was willing to be robbed—in broad daylight and for screen purposes only. If you know anything at all about our financial storehouses, you know that they are sensitive

CHAPTER VIII THE SONG OF THE OMAHA "ME, I theenk yoh not lov' me so moch as a pin," Ramon complained in soft reproach, down in the dry wash where Applehead had looked in vain for baling wire. "Sometimes I show yoh what is like the Spanish lov'. Like stars, like fire—sometimes I seeng the jota for yo

CHAPTER IX RIDERS IN THE BACKGROUND LUCE, as explained elsewhere, was sweating and swearing at the heat in Bear Cañon. The sun had crept around so that it shone full into a certain bowlder-strewn defile, and up this sun-baked gash old Applehead was toiling, leading the scrawniest burro which Luck ha

CHAPTER X DEPUTIES ALL AT the ranch, whither they rode in haste, Luck meant to leave his boys and go on with the sheriff to town. But the Happy Family flatly refused to be left behind. Even old Aleck Douglas—whom years and trouble had enfeebled until his very presence here with Jean and Lite was a h

CHAPTER XI ALL THIS WAR-TALK ABOUT INJUNS OVER his second cup of coffee the pale eyes of Big Medicine goggled thoughtfully at the forbidding wall of lava rock that stretched before them as far as he could see to left or right. There were places here and there where he believed that a man could climb

CHAPTER XII THE WILD-GOOSE CHASE BECAUSE they had no human means of knowing anything about the black automobile that had whirled across the mesa to the south-east and left its mysterious passengers in one of the arroyos that leads into the Sandias Mountains near Coyote Springs, nine cowpuncher deput

CHAPTER XIII SET AFOOT THE tracks of the six horses led down into a rock-bottomed arroyo so deep in most places that all view of the surrounding mesa was shut off completely, save where the ragged tops of a distant line of hills pushed up into the dazzling blue of the sky. The heat, down here among

CHAPTER XIV ONE PUT OVER ON THE BUNCH "SOUNDS to me," volunteered the irrepressible Big Medicine after a heavy silence, "like as if you'd gone to sleep on your hawse, Little One, and dreamed that there tinkle-tinkle stuff. By cripes, I'd like to see the bell-hawse that could walk away from me 'nless

CHAPTER XV "NOW, DANG IT, RIDE!" INDIANS are Indians, though they wear the green sweater and overalls of civilization and set upon their black hair the hat made famous by John B. Stetson. You may meet them in town and think them tamed to stupidity. You may travel out upon their reservations and find

CHAPTER XVI ANNIE-MANY-PONIES WAITS IF the magic light of many unnamable soft shades which the sun leaves in New Mexico as a love token for his dark mistress night, Annie-Many-Ponies sat with her back against a high, flat rock at the place where Ramon had said she must wait for him, and stared sombe

CHAPTER XVII APPLEHEAD SHOWS THE STUFF HE IS MADE OFF LITE AVERY, turning to look back as they galloped up a long slope so gradual in its rise that it seemed almost level, counted just fourteen Indians spreading out fanwise in pursuit. He turned to Applehead with the quiet deference in his manner th

CHAPTER XVIII IN THE DEVIL'S FRYING-PAN LUCK, riding confidently on the trail of the three horsemen who had taken to the south along the front of the square butte, believed that the turn of the trail around the southern end meant simply that the three who came this way would meet their companions on

CHAPTER XIX PEACE TALK ACROSS the Frying-pan an Indian stood boldly out upon a jutting point of rock and raised a hand in the sweeping upward motion of the peace-sign. The questing bullets that came seeking for bone and flesh among the rocks and bushes came no more when the signal was passed from th

CHAPTER XX LUIS ROJAS TALKS THREE days of hiding by day in sequestered little groves or deep, hidden cañons, with only Luis Rojas to bear her company—Luis Rojas whom she did not trust and therefore watched always from under her long straight lashes, with oblique glances when she seemed to be gazing

CHAPTER XXI "WAGALEXA CONKA—COLA!" "SO good little girl yoh are to trus' Ramon! Now I knows for sure yoh lov' me moch as I lov' yoh! Now we go little ride more to my house high up in the piñons—then we be so happy like two birds in nes'. Firs' we rest ourselves, querida mia.