"I friend.

I take care.

No trouble come Good Injun.

I no let come.

You no be sad." She smiled wistfully, and was gone, as silently as moved her shadow before her on the cinders.
Miss Georgie stood by the window with her fingernails making little red half-moons in her palms, and watched the three squaws pad out of sight on the narrow trail to their camp, with the young squaw following after, until only a black head could be seen bobbing over the brow of the hill.
When even that was gone, she turned from the window, and stood for a long minute with her hands pressed tightly over her face.