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THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX by B.M. Bower

I WHEN GREEN GRASS COMES II THE DAUGHTER OF A
CHIEF III TO THE VICTORS THE SPOILS IV LOVE WORDS FOR
ANNIE V FOR THE GOOD OF THE COMPANY VI "I GO WHERE
WAGALEXA CONKA SAY" VII ADVENTURE COMES SMILING
VIII THE SONG OF THE OMAHA IX RIDERS IN THE
BACKGROUND X DEPUTIES ALL XI ALL THIS WAR-TALK
ABOUT INJUNS XII THE WILD-GOOSE CHASE XIII SET AFOOT
XIV ONE PUT OVER ON THE BUNCH XV "NOW, DANG IT,
RIDE!" XVI ANNIE-MANY-PONIES WAITS XVII APPLEHEAD
SHOWS THE STUFF HE IS MADE OF XVIII IN THE DEVIL'S
FRYING-PAN XIX PEACE TALK XX LUIS ROJAS TALKS XXI

"WAGALEXA CONKA--COLA!"

THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX by B. M. Bower

CHAPTER I.
WHEN GREEN GRASS COMES
Old Applehead Furrman, jogging home across the mesa from
Albuquerque, sniffed the soft breeze that came from opal-tinted
distances and felt poignantly that spring was indeed here. The grass,
thick and green in the sheltered places, was fast painting all the higher
ridges and foot-hill slopes, and with the green grass came the
lank-bodied, big-kneed calves; which meant that. roundup time was at
hand. Applehead did not own more than a thousand head of cattle,
counting every hoof that walked under his brand. And with the
incipient lethargy of old age creeping into his habits of life, roundup
time was not with him the important season it once had been; for
several years he had been content to hire a couple of men to represent
him in the roundups of the larger outfits--men whom he could trust to
watch fairly well his interests. By that method he avoided much trouble
and hurry and hard work--and escaped also the cares which come with
wealth.
But this spring was not as other springs had been. Something--whether
an awakened ambition or an access of sentiment regarding range
matters, he did not know--was stirring the blood in Applehead's veins.
Never, since the days when he had been a cowpuncher, had the wide
spaces called to him so alluringly; never had his mind dwelt so
insistently upon the approach of spring roundup. Perhaps it was
because he heard so much range talk at the ranch, where the boys of the
Flying U were foregathered in uneasy idleness, their fingers itching for
the feel of lariat ropes and branding irons while they gazed out over the
wide spaces of the mesa.
So much good rangeland unharnessed by wire fencing the Flying U
boys had not seen for many a day. During the winter they had been
content to ride over it merely for the purpose of helping to make a
motion picture of the range, but with the coming of green grass, and
with the reaction that followed the completion of the picture that in the

making had filled all their thoughts, they were not so content. To the
inevitable reaction had been added a nerve racking period of idleness
and uncertainty while Luck Lindsay, their director, strove with the
Great Western Film Company in Los Angeles for terms and prices that
would make for the prosperity of himself and his company.
In his heart Applehead knew, just as the Happy Family knew, that Luck
had good and sufficient reasons for over-staying the time-limit he had
given himself for the trip. But knowing that Luck was not to be blamed
for his long absence did not lessen their impatience, nor did it stifle the
call of the wide spaces nor the subtle influence of the winds that blew
softly over the uplands.
By the time he reached the ranch Applehead had persuaded himself that
the immediate