“‘Does Sunbright so love me,’ says Black Cloud, turnin’ aheap ugly, ‘that she comes to meet me?  Is it for me she has combed her h’ar an’ put on a new feather an’ beads?  Does she wear her new blanket an’ paint her face bright for Black Cloud?  Or does she dress herse’f like the sun for that Creek coyote, the Lance?’” Sunbright makes no reply, Black Cloud looks at her a moment an’ then goes on:  “It’s for the Lance!  Good!  I will fix the Sunbright so she will be a good squaw to my friend, the Lance, an’ never run from his lodge as she does now from Black Cloud’s.’  With that he stoops down, an’ a slash of his knife cuts the heel-tendons of Sunbright’s right foot.  She groans, and writhes about the prairie, while Black Cloud puts his knife back in his belt, gets into his saddle ag’in an’ rides away.

“The next day a Creek boy finds the body of Sunbright where she rolls herse’f into the Greyhoss an’ is drowned.

“When the Lance hears the story an’ sees the knife slash on Sunbright’s heel, he reads the trooth.  It gives him a bad heart; he paints his face red an’ black an thinks how he’ll be revenged.  Next day he sends a runner to Black Cloud with word that Black Cloud has stole his hoss.  This is to arrange a fight on virtuous grounds.  The Lance says that in two days when the sun is overhead Black Cloud must come to the three cottonwoods near the mouth of the Cimmaron an’ fight, or the Lance on the third day an’ each day after will hunt for him as he’d hunt a wolf ontil Black Cloud is dead.  The Black Cloud’s game, an’ sends word that on the second day he’ll be thar by the three cottonwoods when the sun is overhead; also, that he will fight with four arrows.

“Then Black Cloud goes at once, for he has no time to lose, an’ kills a dog near his lodge.  He cuts out its heart an’ carries it to the rocky canyon where the rattlesnakes have a village.  Black Cloud throws the dog’s heart among them an’ teases them with it; an’ the rattlesnakes bite the dog’s heart ag’in an’ ag’in ontil it’s as full of p’isen as a bottle is of rum.  After that, Black Cloud puts the p’isened heart in the hot sun an’ lets it fret an’ fester ontil jest before he goes to his dooel with the Lance.  As he’s about to start, Black Cloud dips the four steel arrowheads over an’ over in the p’isened heart, bein’ careful to dry the p’isen on the arrowheads; an’ now whoever is touched with these arrows so that the blood comes is shore to die.  The biggest medicine in the nation couldn’t save him.

“Thar’s forty Osage and forty Creek bucks at the three cottonwoods to see that the dooelists get a squar’ deal.  The Lance an’ Black Cloud is thar; each has a bow an’ four arrows; each has made medicine all night that he may kill his man.

“But the dooel strikes a obstacle.