“I’ve thought once or twice of my poor father and 301 mother,” Rosebud said presently. “I was wondering what happened to them at—at the end.”
Seth eyed the girl for a second. His face was troubled.
“I’ve a notion he was killed by the Injuns,” he said.
“And mother?”
“Can’t jest say. I don’t fancy, though, he let the brutes worrit her any.”
There was another pause. With an involuntary movement Rosebud’s hand tightened trustfully upon his.
“I think father was right—to do that,” she said simply.
The man nodded.
The next moment he was kneeling, his body bending forward, and his eyes straining in the direction of the horizon.
“What is it?” the girl asked.