The Indian's Hand
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