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"How do you know that?"
"I kin read signs."
"Yes, she sent me."
"When?"
"That was at Laramie. She told me to come on with you then. I could not."
"Pore child, they mout 'a' killed her! She told me she'd git well, though--told me so to-day. I had a talk with her." His wrinkled face broke into additional creases. "She told me more!"
"I've no wonder."
"Ner me. Ef I was more young and less Injun I'd love that gal! I do, anyhow, fer sake o' what I might of been ef I hadn't had to play my game the way the cards said fer me.