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datatime: 2022-11-27 03:41:20 Author:XapqiAgB

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

"You're goin'," Sam said, roaring suddenly. "I already made arrangements. You can sleep in the back of Olsen's Livery Stable durin' the week."

"What do I have to know that fer?" Max asked.

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

The teacher curled her lip cuttingly. "We don't take half-breeds in this school, either. This school is for white children only." She began to turn her back.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

"I don't want to go."

Max, uncomfortable in his clean buckskin shirt and leggings, dug his bare feet into the dirt and spoke shyly. "Howdy, ma'am."

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