shutters as they galloped up. She turned then. Through the open back door she saw the women run screaming up the hill, their children in their arms.     

       Their children! Where was hers? She stopped as if turned to stone, then undid the door.     

       They dragged her out by the wrists, by the hair. She fought with them stronger than ten men. But there were twenty; she was alone. The little street was empty. They strangled her, beat down her face, dragged her upon a horse, and, with her crosswise on the saddle, galloped up and down, as they fired the cabins and the sheds. Her hands were shackled, and her eyes blind with blood, but she thought only of her child. "Where could he be?"     

       There were gunshots. Down the hills like mad came the white men for their wives and children.     

       Then the Indians turned back toward the plain. They rode past her house.     

       There, where she had left him, stood the child, dazed with surprise. She held out her arms tied together and called to him to come.     

       "Fool! fool!" Here the woman in black struck her temples with her hands.       "Fool!" Why had she not galloped by and never noticed him?     

       But she begged, caught at the horse's head, struggled to get to him; and the Indian stopped for a moment in his flight and caught up the child and went on.     

       Then the thought came to her of the end of that ride—what was to come—after. And she tried to drop the boy, to let him slide gently to the ground; but the Indian held them fast.     

       Behind, nearer, came the following men, louder the guns. The horse she was on snorted, staggered under the weight of the three, and as they reached the plain the child was torn from her, she was pushed away. But she rose and staggered after them amid the blinding dust. They must take her too. Sobbing, she called to them as she stumbled on. Many times she fell. Then she could go no more.     

       That was all. Her story ended there, with the thundering of horses' hoofs and the taste of dust in her mouth. They found her there unconscious. Her friends tended her. When she came back to life she asked no questions but left 

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