Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 76: what you’re looking at

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68 At the Sioux Camp. He did not seem worried, whereat Cuthbert won- dered—it was far from pleasant to feel that an In- dian of some influence among the hot-headed younger element hated him with such intense bitter- ness. Whether the old warriors knew of their partici- pation in the raid or not could not be told, but doubtless they winked at the indiscretion, feeling that young blood could not be wholly restrained, and accepted the stores of pemmican brought in as. buffalo meat with philosophical indifference. The brand of the cattle had disappeared when the hide was buried under the prairie turf, and no one could claim his own. Karl led his prize back to the ranch. The big gray was a fine animal—true, he had been only half broken by his former Indian owner, and the boy’s first duty was to put him through his paces, introducing him to the various phases in a cowboy’s career. | Cuthbert was uneasy for a time, and scrutinized every clump of sage brush or cactus that lay near their line of travel—he had an idea that the Indians, humiliated in the great race, would live only for revenge, and, having the cowboy’s general poor opinion of the aborigines, he feared lest Little Buck- . shot might lie in wait behind some such cover to make Karl his target, after the bushwhacker style in vogue among the Tennessee mountains during the Civil War. . , As the days passed by, and their duties called for attention, nothing occurred to cause alarm, and Cuthbert gradually let the matter pass out of his mind. The Indians had moved on—they were really upon their annual grand hunt, for as long as buffalo could be found upon the range this great event was religiously observed. Connicloooks.€©