Behind him stole Annie-Many-Ponies, noiseless as the shadow of a cloud.

Bill Holmes, she reflected angrily, had seen the day, not so far in the past, when he was happy if the "squaw" but smiled upon him.
It was because she had repelled his sly lovemaking that he had come to speak of her slightingly like that; she knew it.

She could have named the very day when his manner toward her had changed.

Mingled with her hate and dread of him was a new contempt and a new little anxiety over this clandestine intimacy between Ramon and him.

Why should Bill Holmes keep Ramon posted?
Surely not about a silver bridle! Shunka Chistala was whining in her little tent when she came into the camp.