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Bower, B. M., 1871-1940

"The Heritage of the Sioux"

She wasn't in on that robbery--I'll bank
on that, and she wouldn't go off with a thief. It isn't like Annie."
"Well," said Big Medicine, thinking of his own past, "the best uh women goes
wrong when some knot-headed man gits to lovemakin'. They'll do things fer the
wrong kinda man, by cripes, that they wouldn't do fer no other human on earth.
I've knowed a good woman to lie and steal--fer a man that wasn't fit, by
cripes, to tip his hat to 'er in the street! Women," he added pessimistically,
"is something yuh can't bank on, as safe as yuh can on a locoed horse!" He
kicked his mount unnecessarily by way of easing the resentment which one woman
had managed to instil against the sex in general.
"That's where you're darned right, Bud," Pink attested with a sudden
bitterness which memory brought. "I wouldn't trust the best woman that ever
lived outa my sight, when you come right down to cases."
"Aw, here!" Andy Green, thinking loyally of his Rosemary, swung his horse
indignantly toward the two. "Cut that out, both of you! Just because you two
got stung, is no reason why you've got to run down all the rest of the women.
I happen to know one--"
"Aw, nobody was talking about Rosemary," Big Medicine apologized gruffly.


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