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

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

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

The teacher curled her lip cuttingly. "We don't take half-breeds in this school, either. This school is for white children only." She began to turn her back.

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

"I don't want to go."

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

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

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

"I don't want to go."

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

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

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

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

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

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?"

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

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?"

"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."

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

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

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

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