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The man pressed the burning coal against Sam's neck and shoulder。 Sam screamed in pain。 〃They ain't no gold！〃 His head fell sideways。 The man withdrew the burning coal and the blood welled up beneath the scorched flesh and ran down his chest and arm。
The man picked up a bottle of whisky from the table and took a swig from it。 〃Th'ow some water on him；〃 he said。 〃If'n he won't talk for hisself； mebbe he'll talk for his squaw。〃
The youngest man picked up a pail and threw water over Sam。 Sam shook his head and opened his eyes。 He stared at them。
The oldest man put the bottle down and walked over to Kaneha。 He took a hunting knife from his belt。 The other men's eyes followed him。 He cut the rope that bound her to the chair。 〃On yer feet；〃 he said harshly。
Silently Kaneha rose。 The man's knife moved quickly behind her and her shift fell to the floor。 She stood there naked before them。 The youngest man licked his lips。 He reached for the whisky and took a drink； his eyes never leaving her。
Holding Kaneha by the hair； his knife to her back； the oldest man pushed her over toward Sam。 They stopped in front of him。
〃It's been fifteen years since I skinned an Injun； squaw man；〃 he said。 〃But I ain't fergot how。〃 He moved swiftly around in front of her； his knife moving lightly up and down her skin。
A faint thin line of blood appeared where the knife had traced from under her chin down her throat through the valley between her breasts across her stomach and ing to a stop in the foliage of her pubis。
Sam began to cry； his own pain forgotten； his body wracked with bitter sobs。 〃Leave her be；〃 he pleaded。 〃Please leave her be。 They ain't no gold。〃
Kaneha reached out her hand。 She touched her husband's face gently。 〃I am not afraid； my husband；〃 she said in Kiowa。 〃The spirits will return evil to those who bring it。〃
Sam's face fell forward； the tears running down from his eyes across his bearded and bleeding cheeks。 〃I am sorry； my dear one；〃 he said in Kiowa。
〃Tie her hands to the legs of that table；〃 the older man manded。
It was done quickly and he knelt over her； his knife poised at her throat。 He looked back up toward Sam。 〃The gold？〃 he asked。
Sam shook his head。 He could not speak any more。
〃My God；〃 the youngest man said in a wondering voice。 〃I'm gittin' a hard on。〃
〃That's an idee；〃 the man with the knife said。 He looked up at Sam。 〃I'm shoah the man wouldn' min' if'n we used his squaw a little bit before we skinned her。 Injuns are downright hospitable that way。〃
He got to his feet。 He put the knife on the table and unbuckled his gun belt。
Kaneha drew back her legs and kicked at him。
He swore softly。 〃Hold her laigs；〃 he said。 〃I'll go first〃
It was almost seven o'clock when Max rode up to the cabin on the bay horse that Olsen lent him。 The cabin was still and there was no smoke ing from the chimney。 That was strange。 Usually； his mother would be cooking when he got home。
He swung down off the horse and started for the cabin。 He stopped suddenly； staring at it。 The door was open and moved lazily in the thin breeze。 An inexplicable fear came into him and he broke into a run。
He burst through the door and came to a stop in surprised shock； his eyes widening in horror。 His father hung tied to the center post； his mouth and eyes open in death； the back of his head blown away by the 。45 that had been placed in his mouth and fired。
Slowly Max's eyes went down to the floor。 There was a shapeless mass lying in a pool of blood； which bore the outline of what once had been his mother。
The paralysis left him at the same moment he started to scream； but the vomit that rose in his throat choked off the sound。 Again and again he gagged until there was no more inside him。 He clung weakly to the side of the door； the sour stench from his stomach all around。
He turned and staggered blindly out of the cabin。 He sank to the ground outside and began to cry。 After a while； his tears were gone。 He rose to his feet wearily and walked around to the back of the house to the watering trough。
He plunged his head in and washed the vomit from his face and clothing。 Then； still dripping； he straightened up and looked around。
His father's horse was gone but the six mules were browsing unconcernedly in the corral and the wagon was still under the lean…to in back of the cabin。 The four sheep and the chickens of which his mother had been so proud were still in the pen。
He wiped his arms across his eyes。 He had to do something； he thought vaguely。 But he couldn't bring himself to bury what was in the cabin。 They weren't his mother and father； his parents could never look like that。 There was only one thing to do。
He walked over to the stack of firewood and gathered up an armful。 Then he walked back into the house and put it down on the floor。 It took him almost a half hour until firewood lay covering the floor like a blanket； three layers thick。 He looked at it thoughtfully for a moment then turned and went outside again。
He took the harness down from the lean…to wall and hitched the mules up to the wagon。 He picked up a crate and went through the pen； throwing all the chickens into it。 He placed the crate in the wagon。 Then one by one； he lifted the sheep into the wagon and tied them to the floor rings。
He led the team of mules and the wagon around to the front of the cabin and tied the bay horse's lead to the back of the wagon。 Then he walked them all to the road about two hundred yards from the house and tethered the team to a small scrub tree and went back to the house。
He picked up the pitch bucket and went inside。 Slowly he smeared the pitch over the firewood that lay on the floor。 He kept his eyes down and away from the bodies of his parents。 He stopped at the door and smeared the last of the pitch on that。
He hesitated a moment； then remembering something； he went back into the cabin。 He reached up on the shelf where his father had kept his rifle and pistol but they were not there。 He pushed his hand farther along the shelf and felt something soft。 He took it down。
It was a new buckskin shirt and breeches his mother had made for him。 It was bright and soft and clean…chamois colored。 Again his eyes filled with sudden tears。 He rolled it up under his arm and went back to the door。
He held a match to the pitch stick until it was blazing brightly。 After holding it for a second more to make sure； he threw it into the cabin and stepped back from the open door。
He looked up at the sky in sudden surprise。 The sun had just gone down and night had fallen in quick anger。 The stars stared balefully down on him。
A cloud of heavy； billowing smoke poured out of the doorway。 Suddenly； there was a crack like thunder and a flame leaped through the doorway as the tinder…dry wood caught fire。
He walked down to the road and got up on the wagon and began to drive to town。 He did not look back until three miles later； when he reached the top of a small rise。
There was a bright…orange flame reaching high into the sky where his home had been。
5
HE DROVE THE WAGON INTO THE YARD BEHIND Olsen's Livery Stable。 Then he got down and walked across to the house that stood next to it。 He climbed up the back steps and knocked at the door。
〃Mister Olsen；〃 he called out。
A shadow darkened the light of the window。 The door opened and Olsen stood there。 〃Max！〃 he said。 〃What you doin' back here？〃
Max stared up into Olsen's face。 〃They killed my ma and pa；〃 he said。
〃Killed？〃 Olsen exclaimed in surprise。 '〃Who killed？〃
Attracted by the sound of her husband's voice； Mrs。 Olsen appeared in the doorway behind him。
〃The three men；〃 Max said。 〃They asked me an' I gave them the directions to my house。 An' they killed 'em。〃 He hesitated a moment and his voice almost broke。 〃An' they stole Pa's hoss an' took his rifle an' pistol； too。〃
Mrs。 Olsen saw into the shock that lay behind the boy's fa？ade of calm。 She pushed her husband out of the way and reached out to Max。 〃You e inside an' let me fix you somethin' hot to drink；〃 she said。
He looked into her eyes。 〃They ain't time； ma'am；〃 he said。 〃I got to be gettin' after them。〃 He turned to Olsen。 〃I got the mules an' the wagon an' four sheep an' sixteen chickens outside in the yard。 Would you give me a hundred dollars an' the pinto for 'em？〃
Olsen nodded。 〃Why； sure； boy；〃 he said。 The mules and the wagon alone were worth three times that。 〃I'll even give you the big bay if you want。 He's a better hoss。 An' I'll throw in a saddle； too。〃
Max shook his head。 〃No； thank you； Mr。 Olsen。 I want a pony I can ride without a saddle an' one that's used to the plains。 He won't have as much to tote an' I'll move faster that way。〃
〃All right； if that's the way you want it。〃
〃Can I have the money now？〃 Max asked。
〃Sure； boy；〃 Olsen answered。 He turned back into the room。
Mrs。 Olsen's voice stopped him。 〃Oh； no； you're not；〃 she said。 She drew Max into the house firmly。 〃First； he's goin' to eat something。 Then he's goin' to sleep。 Time enough in the morning for him to start。〃
〃But they'll be further away by then；〃 Max protested。
〃No they won't；〃 she said with woman's logic。 〃They got to stop to slee