Annie-Many-Ponies, roused from her brooding, shivered a little when the rabbit
cried. She started forward to save it--she who had taught the little black dog
to hunt gophers and prairie-dogs!--and when she was too late she scolded the
dog in the language of the Sioux. She tore the rabbit away from him while he
eyed her reproachfully; but when she saw that it was quite dead, she flung the
warm body back to him and went and sat down again with her back to the rock.
A train whistled for the little station of Bernalillo, and soon she saw its
headlight paint the squat houses that had before been hidden behind the
creeping dusk. Ramon was late in coming and for one breath she caught herself
hoping that he would not come at all. But immediately she remembered the love
words he had taught her, and smiled her inscrutable little smile that had now
a tinge of sadness. Perhaps, she thought wishfully, Ramon had come on the
train from Albuquerque. Perhaps he had a horse in the town, and would ride out
and meet her here where he had told her to wait.
The train shrieked and painted swiftly hill and embankment and little adobe
huts and a corral full of huddled sheep, and went churning away to the
northeast.
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