Shoz-Dijiji said nothing. He watched Luis leading Nejeunee away. He waited. Wichita came close to him and laid her hands upon his breast as she had once before, long ago. Again came the terrible urge to take her in his arms, but this time he did not surrender to it. “You sent for me?” he asked. “To ask you to forgive me.” “For what?” “For everything,” she replied. “There is nothing to forgive. You did not understand—that is all.” “I understand now.” “I am glad,” he said simply. “Is that all?” “No. Kreff has left. I do not know why. He wouldn’t even stop for supper. Just got his stuff and his check and rode away. I need another foreman. Will you take the job?” “Do you want me?” “Yes.” “Then I will take it. Now I go to the bunk house.” “Wait.” “Is there something more?” “Yes. You know there is. Oh, Shoz-Dijiji, are you a man or a stone?” she cried. “I am an Apache, Senorita,” he said. “Do not forget that. I am an Apache, and you are a white girl.” “I do not care. I love you!” She came very close to him again. “Are you very sure, Chita?” he asked. “You must make no mistake this time.” “I am very sure, Shoz-Dijiji.” “We shall see,” he said, “for we must both be sure. Shoz-Dijiji will be very happy if he finds that you can love him even though he is an Indian—then he will tell you something that you will be glad to know, but not now.” “There is something that you could tell me now that I should like to hear, Shoz-Dijiji,” she whispered. “What is that?” “You have not told me that you love me.” The war chief took his mate into his arms and looked down into her tear-filled eyes. “Shoz-Dijiji no sabe,” he said, smiling. Then he bent and covered her lips with his. In the east pasture a filly nickered, and a pinto stallion arched his neck and answered her. THE END TRANSCRIBER NOTES Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed. Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors occur. Contractions have been standardized to include apostrophes on the following: won’t, don’t, ain’t, agin’, hain’t, an’, ’em, ’ere, and ’ary. Some illustrations were moved to facilitate page layout. A cover was created for this eBook and is placed in the public domain.