He seemed remote, as indifferent to her as were any of the others dulled by accustomedness to her constant presence among them.

A premonitory chill, as from some great sorrow yet before her in the future, shook the heart of Annie-Many-Ponies.
"Me, I fine out how moch more yoh want me campa here for pictures," Ramon was saying now to Luck who was standing by Pete Lowry, scribbling something on his script.

"My brother Tomas, he liking for us at ranch now, s'pose yoh finish poco tiempo." Luck wrote another line before he gave any sign that he heard.
Annie-Many-Ponies, watching from under her drooping lids, saw that Bill Holmes had edged closer to Ramon, while he made pretense of being much occupied with his own affairs.
"I don't need your camp at all after today." Luck shoved the script into his coat pocket and looked at his watch.
"This afternoon when the sun is just right I want to get one or two cut-back scenes and a dissolve out.

After that you can break camp any time.

But I want you, Ramon--you and Estancio Lopez and Luis Rojas.