| Show Indian to girl And then they understand what they meant She corral up the took the clean were bucket gone and and Margaretha as she started tried back to the to do the evening milking she watchedwagon drive road by the pasture and on up to the house There was lot of fussing Mr Hobbs out of The garetha and the reality with her chores the children of such and commotion as wagon box and all that force gone but had that to the there the men carried happened she felt house were lifted the body of it into the house to i11 be so many washed over and would with Mrs strangers Mar have Hobbs there Teft and now Mr Hobbs was dead Margaretha had seen the way the white people put their dead into Tong wooden boxes and put them in the ground Good kind Mr Hobbs killed by an Indian Mar garetha remembered down her dark at She turned it leaned she milk updown head against bitterly strained house she and still Things words of Brother Swenson and glanced skin picked upside her wept the battered near the the warm Even left after in the sobbed were old bucket in cow sat down the growing darkness saying goodbye to Mrs the felt as she The two Hobbs was pans so corral as she tears came milked and the cow clean She quieter flank the and in the alone walked cool and the well in her sorrow toward the house ladies stood The lamp was in on the porch already lighted and the shadows reached across the porch and dissipated in the yard around it Margaretha heard one of the visitors say We ll be back to stay with you But you know it just isn right can yard to keep feeding that take care of without Indian girl You ll have all you her Margaretha turned from the path and crossed out of the into the roadway and found herself running up toward the foothills and She went as when she came the branches glad it was She Tong as she could see tolarge pine tree didn springtime know what and even -43 wheshe was going she climbed up into she would when she was do so but cold she was she |
