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"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' "

"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' "

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

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

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

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

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

"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."

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

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

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

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

Max, uncomfortable in his clean buckskin shirt and leggings, dug his bare feet into the dirt and spoke shyly. "Howdy, ma'am."

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

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

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."

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.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

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

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

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

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

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

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