You treated her a hull lot whiter'n what she deserved--now I'm tellin' ye! 'N' her traipsin' around at nights 'n'-- " "I tell you, you don't know Indians!" Luck swung round in the saddle so that he could face Applehead.

"You don't know the Sioux, anyway.

She wouldn't have made me that peace-sign if she'd been double-crossing me, I tell you.

And she wouldn't have sung the Omaha if she was going to throw in with a thief that was trying to lay me wide open to suspicion.
I've been studying things over in my mind, and there's something in this affair I can't sabe.

And until you've got some proof, the less you say about Annie-Many-Ponies the better I'll be pleased." That, coming from Luck in just that tone and with just that look in his eyes, was tantamount to an ultimatum, and it was received as one.