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

"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."

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

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

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

Sam's voice stopped her. It was icy cold as he made probably the longest speech he ever made in his life. "I don't know nothin' about your religion, ma'am, nor do I mind how you believe. All I do know is you're two thousand miles from Virginia an' you took my ten dollars to teach my boy the same as you took the money from ever'body else at the meetin' in the general store. If you're not goin' to learn him the way you agreed, you better take the next stage back East."

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

"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."

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

Sam's voice stopped her. It was icy cold as he made probably the longest speech he ever made in his life. "I don't know nothin' about your religion, ma'am, nor do I mind how you believe. All I do know is you're two thousand miles from Virginia an' you took my ten dollars to teach my boy the same as you took the money from ever'body else at the meetin' in the general store. If you're not goin' to learn him the way you agreed, you better take the next stage back East."

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.

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

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

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

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

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

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

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

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."

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

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

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

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

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