Buffalo chips!" Amy grumbled. "Fine way to spend the mornin', gatherin' pooh for fires. Why us?"
"Because we aren't so old we get crinks in our backs or so young we'll get lost." Loretta bent over, picked up a dried pie, and stowed it in her gunnysack. Since their ordeal at the Bartletts' last night, Amy hadn't once smiled. Loretta couldn't help being concerned. "You never complained in Hunter's village."
"That was different. You to do things like gathering Buffalo pooh when you live with Indians." She sighed. "It's flat as a flapjack out here. Who could get lost? We've walked a mile and can still see our buckboard."
"There's one high spot over yonder."
"Only one. A body could walk for miles and use it for a landmark."
Loretta found another pie. In the hopes of teasing a smile out of Amy, she grinned and waved the chip under the child's nose. "Wanna rub a little in our hair?"
"Lands, no!"
No smile. Poor Amy didn't have much to be lighthearted about these days. Keeping up the banter, Loretta said, "That's what you told me once, remember? That Comanche women rubbed dung in their hair."
"Maybe they do." Clearly determined to stay in a foul mood, Amy frowned and picked up a pie, adding it to her bag. "Probably in winter. We ain't never been around 'em then.
"Because we aren't so old we get crinks in our backs or so young we'll get lost." Loretta bent over, picked up a dried pie, and stowed it in her gunnysack. Since their ordeal at the Bartletts' last night, Amy hadn't once smiled. Loretta couldn't help being concerned. "You never complained in Hunter's village."
"That was different. You to do things like gathering Buffalo pooh when you live with Indians." She sighed. "It's flat as a flapjack out here. Who could get lost? We've walked a mile and can still see our buckboard."
"There's one high spot over yonder."
"Only one. A body could walk for miles and use it for a landmark."
Loretta found another pie. In the hopes of teasing a smile out of Amy, she grinned and waved the chip under the child's nose. "Wanna rub a little in our hair?"
"Lands, no!"
No smile. Poor Amy didn't have much to be lighthearted about these days. Keeping up the banter, Loretta said, "That's what you told me once, remember? That Comanche women rubbed dung in their hair."
"Maybe they do." Clearly determined to stay in a foul mood, Amy frowned and picked up a pie, adding it to her bag. "Probably in winter. We ain't never been around 'em then.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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