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"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

Sam's voice stopped her. It was icy cold as he made probably the longest speech he ever made in his life. "I don't know nothin' about your religion, ma'am, nor do I mind how you believe. All I do know is you're two thousand miles from Virginia an' you took my ten dollars to teach my boy the same as you took the money from ever'body else at the meetin' in the general store. If you're not goin' to learn him the way you agreed, you better take the next stage back East."

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

Max looked up at his father as Kaneha came to the table from the stove. He didn't know whether he was supposed to speak or not. He kept eating silently.

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

Max looked up at his father as Kaneha came to the table from the stove. He didn't know whether he was supposed to speak or not. He kept eating silently.

The teacher curled her lip cuttingly. "We don't take half-breeds in this school, either. This school is for white children only." She began to turn her back.

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

"What do I have to know that fer?" Max asked.

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

"You're goin'," Sam said, roaring suddenly. "I already made arrangements. You can sleep in the back of Olsen's Livery Stable durin' the week."

"They were all at that meetin'," Sam said. "I didn't hear none of them say no."

"Times is different now," Sam said. "When I was a boy, there warn't no need for such things. Now ever'thing is readin' or writin' "

"They were all at that meetin'," Sam said. "I didn't hear none of them say no."

"What do I have to know that fer?" Max asked.

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

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