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Show 99. Sunny xras always agreeable. Olaf nodded, and finally a slow nod came from Weasel. The plan xras folloxred: Olaf brought in txro squirrels and a coyote and Bill got txro sage hens. Then Olaf came in empty handed one day at noon, saying a storm was coming, and a fexr minutes after that Sunny and Weasel returned from screening. They xrere holed up this time for three unbelievable xreeks. At the end of the first xreek they had no meat left. Weasel said the horse should be slaughtered for meat before it died-its ribs, he said, xrere sticking out before this last storm began. Bill said, "Still some bunch-grass left." No one said anything, and Bill knexr they xrere xraiting for him to make the decision. He could see the logic in xrhat Weasel had said but he'd fed and cared for the morse and had become fond of it. He said, "i&ybe the storm xmlll let up tonight-seemed to be dying doxm a little today." That night as they xrere sitting around after supper Bill shoxred Olaf some red, almost purple, spots on Little Bill's chest and upper arms. Do you knoxr xrhat I should do for him?" Olaf looked at them and shook his head. "Wot this time of the year. The Indians get the first greens that show throigh the snow and eat them for medicine for the skin." |
