Crow Indians -- Fiction; Indian captivities -- Fiction; Western stories; Yellowstone River Valley -- Fiction
"Well, my daughter, you must be careful not to provoke familiarity.
Young women are rather scarce out here, and you are not without your
charms. I believe you use your eyes more than you should. Have a care;
do not forget that quiet modesty is the most becoming thing in the world
for a woman."
"I am sure I do nothing; in fact, I have to be constantly menacing these
military youths to keep them from coming too near, especially Mr.
Shockley and Mr. Butler. I am in distress every minute for fear Mr.
Butler will say more than I am ready to hear."
Mrs. Searles was by no means averse to Butler's attentions to her
daughter. "A very fine young man," was her comment when she thought of
him. Both women knew that the Lieutenant was ready to draw his sabre in
Katherine's behalf.
Katherine had met Butler while visiting St. Louis the year before, had
come to know him well, and didn't pretend to dislike him. His father and
mother were dead, but his people were of consequence.
Mrs. Searles determined to ask the Major to make some inquiries about
her daughter's suitor, and meanwhile dismissed Katherine with the
caution not to tempt this midday sun overmuch; "It will soon turn your
peach-blow into russet apples," she told her, "and men, you know, like
the peach-blow. Without it you might be less troubled by the young
officers."
* * * * *
The sun was about to depart. The families of the officers were sitting
under their _ramadas_ enjoying the cool. Butler and Shockley with two or
three other men were seated with the Searleses when their attention was
attracted by a commotion down by the quarters.
"What's the circus?"
"Don't make out; seems to be coming this way. It is--why, it is the
scout Ermine!"
The group sat expectantly and witnessed the approach of John Ermine on
his horse. At some distance to one side rode Wolf-Voice, and gradually
through the dusk they made out some small animal between them--a
dog-like thing.
The riders drew up before the Searleses' hut, and every one rose. The
object was a scared and demoralized wolf with his tail between his legs.
His neck was encircled by two rawhide lariats which ran to the pommels
of the riders.
Touching his hat, Ermine said, "Miss Searles, I have brought you the
wolf."
"Goodness gracious, Mr. Ermine! I only said that in fun. What can I
possibly do with a wolf?"
"I don't know. You said you wanted one, so here he is."
"Yaes," said Wolf-Voice, with an oath, "she was bite my harm hoff; you
no want heem; I skin her alive." He had previously warned Ermine that no
one but a d---- fool would want a live wolf.
"Well, daughter, what are you going to do with it? Start a Zoo? I don't
know where we can put him," spoke Major Searles, in perplexity.
"He will have to roost high if the dogs find out about this visitation,"
observed Shockley.
"How did you get him, Ermine?"
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