The Heart of the Desert (Kut-Le of the Desert)Morrow, Honoré
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The Heart of the Desert (Kut-Le of the Desert)
Morrow, Honoré
Indians of North America -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Love stories; Western stories
"Bring your friend back to dinner, Alchise," he said. "Our little
holiday must end right here."
They reached the camp at noon and while the squaws made ready for
breaking camp, Rhoda sat deep in thought. Before her were the burning
sky and desert, with hawk and buzzard circling in the clear blue.
Where had the old hatred of Kut-le gone? Whence came this new trust
and understanding, this thrill at his touch? Kut-le, who had been
watching her adoringly, rose and came to her side. The rampart hid the
two from the others. Kut-le took one of Rhoda's hands in his firm
fingers and laid his lips against her palm. Rhoda flushed and drew her
hand away. But Kut-le again put his hand beneath her cleft chin and
lifted her face to his.
Just as the brown face all but touched hers a voice sounded from behind
the rampart:
"Hello, you! Where's Kut-le?"
CHAPTER XV
AN ESCAPE
Rhoda sprang away from Kut-le and they both ran to the other side of
the rampart. Billy Porter, worn and tattered but still looking very
well able to hold his own, stood staring into the cave where the squaws
eyed him open-mouthed and Alchise, his hand on his rifle, scowled at
him aggressively. Porter's eye fell on Injun Tom.
"U-huh! You pison Piute, you! I just nacherally snagged your little
game, didn't I?"
"Billy!" cried Rhoda. "O Billy Porter!"
Porter jumped as if at a blow. Rhoda stood against the rock in her
boyish clothes, her beautiful braid sweeping her shoulder, her face
vivid.
"My God! Miss Rhoda!" cried Billy hoarsely, as he ran toward her with
outstretched hands. "Why, you are well! What's happened to you!"
Here Kut-le stepped between the two.
"Hello, Mr. Porter," he said.
Billy stepped back and a look of loathing and anger took the place of
the joy that had been in his eyes before.
"You Apache devil!" he growled. "You ain't as smart as you thought you
were!"
Rhoda ran forward and would have taken Porter's hand but Kut-le
restrained her with his hand on her shoulder.
"Where did you come from, Billy?" cried Rhoda. "Where are the others?"
Billy's face cleared a little at the sound of the girl's voice.
"They are right handy, Miss Rhoda."
"I'll give you a few details, Rhoda," said Kut-le coolly. "You see he
is without water and his mouth is black with thirst. He started to
trail Injun Tom but got lost and stumbled on us."
Rhoda gave a little cry of pity and running into the cave she brought
Billy a brimming cup of water.
"Is that true, Billy?" she asked. "Are the others near here?"
Billy nodded then drained the cup and held it out for more.
"They are just around the corner!" with a glance at Kut-le, who smiled
skeptically.
"Oh!" exclaimed Rhoda. "What terrible trouble I have made you all!"
"You made!" said Porter. "Well that's good! Still, that Apache devil
doesn't seem to have harmed you. Just the same, he'll get his! If I
shot him now, the other Injuns would get me and God knows what would
happen to you!"
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