We take no hungry stray from the pale-face ...
Father, you are not asked.
I am come. I am here. The red-dawn-wolf
Sniffs round your place.
Lifts up his voice and howls to the walls of the pueblo,
Announcing he’s here.
The dogs of the dark pueblo
Have long fangs ...
Has the red wolf trotted east and east and east
From the far, far other end of the day
To fear a few fangs?
Across the pueblo river
That dark old demon and I
Thus say a few words to each other
And wolf, he calls me, and red.
I call him no names.
He says, however, he is Star-Road.
I say, he can go back the same gait.
As for me ...
Since I trotted at the tail of the sun as far as ever the creature went west,
And lost him here,
I’m going to sit down on my tail right here
And wait for him to come back with a new story.
I’m the red wolf, says the dark old father.
All right, the red dawn wolf I am.
Taos.