"If it takes all the rest of my life and every acre and every critter that I own, I'm going to get the man that killed my father; and I'm starting now by offering a thousand dollars to the man who brings in Shoz-Dijiji — dead!"
When she had ceased speaking she turned and walked back into the house, closing the door after her.
The men, moving slowly toward the bunk house, talked together in low tones, discussing the girl's offer.
Inside the house, Wichita Billings threw herself face down upon a sofa and burst into tears.
Shoz-Dijiji slid from the back of the pinto war pony, Nejeunee, in the camp of Geronimo and stood before the great war-chief of the Apaches.
"Seven times, my son," said the old chief, "have I cast hoddentin to the four winds at evening since you rode away; seven times
