On the second morning Keokotah returned from a hunt begun before the snow, and he brought with him a prisoner, an Indian girl, an Apache. The girl was young and quite pretty. Furthermore, she did not seem at all put out by her capture.
"Where'd you find her?"
"She hides."
"From you?"
"No from me. She does not see me. She is Acho Apache, and she is taken from her village in a raid. She makes runaway and hides. I see her. I tell her 'Come!' She is here."
"I see she is." She drew nearer to him. "Does she wish to return to her people?"
Even as I spoke I could see how foolish the idea was. If ever I had seen anyone who was pleased to be right where she was it was this Indian girl.
(from Jubal Sackett, by Louis L'Amour)
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