The women and children remained, with two old men to protect them. They might have gone too, the hunters said. "What harm could come in the broad daylight?--the bears and panthers were far away. They'd be back by night, with only two carts to fill."
Then Jim, the crack shot of the settlement, said, "We'll drive home the bears in the carts."
The children shouted and danced as they thought of the sport to come, of the hunters' return with their game, of the bonfires they always built.
One pale woman clung to her husband's arm. "But the Indians!" she said.
That made the men all laugh. "Indians!" they cried; "why, there've been none here for twenty years! We drove them away, down there"--pointing across the plain--"to a hotter place than this, where the sand burns their feet and they ride for days for water."
The pale woman murm
A bitter woman mourns her son, taken and probably killed by the Indians twenty years ago. The Indians had since been driven out of the country, but one day, they come back.
The writing is very good, with good description and a nice characterization of the mother. The problem is the ending. Given a different ending, it would be a great story.