His words conveyed to Mose a conception of the Indian new to him.

These "red devils" were people.

In this man's talk they were husbands and fathers, and sons, and brothers.

They loved these lands for which the cattlemen and sheepmen were now about to battle, and they had been dispossessed by the power of the United States Army, not by law and justice.

A desire to know more of them, to see them in their homes, to understand their way of thinking, sprang up in the boy's brain.
He edged over close to the plainsman and, in a pause in the talk, whispered to him: "I want you to tell me more about the Indians." The other man turned quickly and said: "Boy, they're my friends.