She went
into her tent and packed all of her clothes into a bundle which she wrapped in
her plaid shawl, and was proud because the bundle was so big, and because she
had much fine beadwork and so many red ribbons, and a waist of bright blue
silk which she would wear when she stood before the priest, if Ramon did not
like the dress of beaded buckskin.
A ring with an immense red stone in it which Ramon had given her, she slipped
upon her finger with her little, inscrutable smile. She was engaged to be
married, now, just like white girls; and tomorrow she would have a wide ring
of shiny gold for that finger, and should be the wife of Ramon.
Just then Shunka Chistala, lying outside her tent, flapped his tail on the
ground and gave a little, eager whine. Annie-Many-Ponies thrust her head
through the opening and looked out, and then stepped over the little black dog
and stood before her tent to watch the Happy Family mount and ride away with
Wagalexa Conka in their midst and with the mountain wagon rattling after them
loaded with "props" and the camera and the noonday lunch and Pete Lowry and
Tommy Johnson, the scenic artist. Applehead was going to drive the wagon, and
she scowled when he yanked off the brake and cracked the whip over the team.
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