Call Him Savage

Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Amazing Stories March 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Around the 15th of March each year, folks start saying, Give the country back to the Indians! Well, that's what we want to talk to you about.
didn't even hear her come in. What with the Sioux rising against the white settlement at the fork of the Platte, the attack being set for dawn, and Chief Spotted Horse's impassioned speech to his braves, I wouldn't have heard anything under a ninety-seven-decibel war whoop.
Soft lips brushed the back of my neck and she said something.
That's fine, I said.
Sam!
I heard that , all right. I looked up from the typewriter. Hey, that's a nice nightgown!
I said I think I'm getting a cold.
Well—with a nightgown like that....
Silly! Her smile would have corrupted a bishop. You coming to bed? It's almost midnight.
Soon's I finish writing this chapter. Best thing I've ever done.