“But what was that you said, just now?” the Major asked. “It’s hard to concentrate, with Matilda cutting up this ugly turtle.” “I had a dern dream,” Bigfoot admitted. “In my dream Gomez was raiding with Buffalo Hump.” “Nonsense, Gomez is Apache,” the Major said. Bigfoot didn’t answer. He knew that Gomez was Apache, and that Apache didn’t ride with Comanche—that was not the normal order of things. Still, he had dreamt what he dreamt. If Major Chevallie didn’t enjoy hearing about it, he could sip his coffee and keep quiet.
