He had given food to her brooding thoughts--food that revived swiftly and nourished certain traits lying dormant in her nature, buried alive under the veneer of white man's civilization--as we are proud to call it.
The two ate in silence, and in silence they saddled the horses and fared forth again in their quest of Ramon--who had the gold which Annie-Many-Ponies boldly asserted was an added lure.

"The monee--always the man wins that has muchos monee." Luis muttered often to himself as he rode into the dusk.

Behind him Annie-Many-Ponies walked and led the black horse that bore all her worldly possessions bound to the saddle.
The little black dog padded patiently along at his heels..