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wag 66 LLaAucHING Bovy ‘Look at me.” She shook herself so that her § jewelry clanked. He heard the sound, but his eyes were upon hers. The east was banded with orange, red, and purple. ‘Lock at me.’ Her eyes were long and narrow, and deep enough to absorb a man. ‘I am rich. I shall give you silver anc turquoise to work, horses to breed, till you too are | rich. Must I tell you twice?’ Her eyes were more § beautiful than springs among the rocks. ‘You have spoken to your uncle; you know what he said. Your mother will give you no sheep, nc horses for me. If you want to come with me, | come now. I cannot wait until first cold moon. | You cannot cache me in a tree until you are ready for me. You have your manhood and your weap- ons; if you are not good enough with them, noth- ing can make you good enough. Come now.’ He was a long time answering, searching anc searching her eyes. At last, ‘It is good. Get your horse.’ She thought she had stood for twenty years | with a rifle pointed at her breast. Her face did not change; she walked away slowly. He saw tha: | full day lay golden along the tops of the cliffs, and the sky was brilliant; from the camps he heard the noise of departure, bustle and low voices and laughter that to an American would have seemed furtive.