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With a muttered curse； he sat up； looking forward； his gun in his hand。 He never knew what hit him as Max brought the war club down on his head from behind。
Max came back with the pinto about the time that dawn was breaking in the east。 He tied his horse to the scrub near the others and walked back to look at the man。
His eyes were still closed。 He was breathing evenly though there was a smear of blood along his cheek and ear where the club had caught him。 He lay naked on his back on the ground； his arms and legs outstretched tautly； staked to the ground。
Max sat down on the rock and began to whet his knife along its smooth surface。 When the sun came up； the man opened his eyes。 They were dull at first； then gradually they began to clear。 He tried to sit up and became aware that he was tied down。 He twisted his head and looked at Max。
〃What's the idee？〃 he asked。
Max stared at him。 He didn't stop whetting his knife。 〃I'm Max Sand；〃 he said。 〃Remember me？〃
Max walked over to him。 He stood there looking down； the knife held loosely in his hand。 There was a sick feeling inside him as he looked at the man and pictured what must have happened in the cabin。 The image chased the feeling from him。 When he spoke； his voice was calm and emotionless。 〃Why did you kill my folks？〃
〃I didn't do nothing to them；〃 the man said； his eyes watching the knife。
〃You got my pa's hoss out there。〃
〃He sol' it to me；〃 the man replied。
〃Pa wouldn' sell the on'y hoss he had；〃 Max said。
〃Let me up outa here；〃 the man screamed suddenly。
Max held the knife to the man's throat。 〃You want to tell me what happened？〃
〃The others did it！〃 the man screamed。 〃I had nothin' to do with it。 They wanted the gold！〃 His eyes bugged out hysterically。 In his fear； he began to urinate； the water trickling down his bare legs。 〃Le' me go； you crazy Injun bastard！〃 he screamed。
Max moved swiftly now。 All the hesitation that he had felt was gone。 He was the son of Red Beard and Kaneha and inside him was the terrible vengeance of the Indian。 His knife flashed bright in the morning sun and when he straightened up the man was silent。
Max looked down impassively。 The man had only fainted； even though his eyes stared upward； open and unseeing。 His eyelids had been slit so they could never again be closed and the flesh hung like strips of ribbon down his body from his shoulders to his thighs。
Max turned and walked until he found an anthill。 He scooped the top of it up in his hands and went back to the man。 Carefully he set it down on the man's pubis。 In a moment； the tiny red ants were everywhere on the man。 They ran into all the blood…sweetened crevices of his body； up across his eyes and into his open mouth and nostrils。
The man began to cough and moan。 His body stirred。 Silently Max watched him。 This was the Indian punishment for a thief； rapist and murderer。
It took the man three days to die。 Three days of the blazing sun burning into his open eyes and blistering his torn flesh while the ants industriously foraged his body。 Three days of screaming for water and three nights of agony as insects and mosquitoes； drawn by the scent of blood； came to feast upon him。
At the end； he was out of his mind； and on the fourth morning； when Max came down to look at him； he was dead。 Max stared at him for a moment； then took out his knife and lifted his scalp。
He went back to the horses and mounted his pinto。 Leading the other two animals； he turned and rode north toward the land of the Kiowa。
The old chief； his grandfather； came out of his tepee to watch him as he dismounted。 He waited silently until Max came up to him。
Max looked into the eyes of the old man。 〃I e in sadness to the tents of my people；〃 he said in Kiowa。
The chief did not speak。
〃My father and mother are dead；〃 he continued。
The chief still did not speak。
Max reached to his belt and took off the scalp that hung there。 He threw it down in front of the chief。 〃I have taken the scalp of one of the murderers；〃 he said。 〃And I e to the tent of my grandfather； the mighty chief； to spend the time of my sorrow。〃
The chief looked down at the scalp； then up at Max。 〃We are no longer free to roam the plains；〃 he said。 〃We live on the land that the White Eyes allow us。 Have any of them seen you as you approached？〃
〃None saw me；〃 Max answered。 〃I came from the hills behind them。〃
The chief looked down at the scalp again。 It had been a long time since the scalp of an enemy hung from the post before his tepee。 His heart swelled with pride。 He looked at Max。 The White Eyes could imprison the bodies but they could not imprison the spirit。 He picked up the scalp and hung it from the post then turned back to Max。
〃A tree has many branches；〃 he said slowly。 〃And when some branches fall or are cut down； other branches must be grown to take their place so their spirits may find where to live。〃
He took a feather from his headdress and held it toward Max。 〃There is a maiden whose brave was killed in a fall from his horse two suns ago。 She had already taken the marriage stick and now must live alone in a tent by the river until his spirit is replaced in her。 Go now and take her。〃
Max stared at him。 〃Now？〃 he asked。
The chief thrust the feather into his hand。 〃Now；〃 he said； with the knowledge of all his years。 〃It is the best time； while the spirit of war and vengeance still rages like a torrent in your blood。 It is the best time to take a woman。〃
Max turned and picked up the lead and walked down through the camp with the horses。 The Indians watched him silently as he passed by。 He walked slowly with his head held high。 He reached the bank of the small river and followed it around a bend。
A single tent stood there； out of sight of the rest of the camp。 Max walked toward it。 He tied the horses to some shrubs and lifted the flap of the tent and walked in。
The tent was empty。 He lifted the flap again and looked out。 There was no one in sight。 He let the flap down。 He walked to the back of the tent and sat down on a bed of skins stretched out on the floor。
A moment later the girl came in。 Her hair and body were wet from the river and her dress clung to her。 Her eyes went wide as she saw him。 She stood there poised for flight。
She wasn't much more than a child； Max saw。 Fourteen； maybe fifteen at the most。 Suddenly he knew why the chief had sent him down here。 He picked up the feather and held it toward her。 〃Don't be afraid；〃 he said gently。 〃The mighty chief has put us together so that we may drive the devils from each other。〃
6
ASTRIDE THE WIRY PINTO； MAX CAME DOWN THE RAMP from the railroad car behind the last of the cattle。 He waited a moment until the last steer had entered the stockyard and then dropped the gate behind it。 He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead on his sleeve and looked up at the sun。
It hung almost overhead； white hot； baking into the late spring dust of the yards。 The cattle lowed softly as if somehow they； too； knew they had e to the end of the road。 The long road that led up from Texas； to a railroad that took them to Kansas City； and their impending doom。
Max put the hat