Part 2 (1/2)
”He would have stolen our horses,” Geronimo replied.
”Was he alone?”
”There was another,” the boy admitted. ”I did not kill him.”
”You should have,” Delgadito scolded. ”But come now and mount.”
Geronimo ran with him to the picket line and mounted his mother's old stallion, then he was astounded to see Delgadito take time to strip saddle and bridle from his own horse and put them on the apaloosa.
Geronimo marveled. This was enemy country and, when the Papagoes discovered that some of their horses had been stolen, they were sure to launch a hot pursuit. But Delgadito seemed as calm as he had ever been at home in his own wickiup.
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Mounting the apaloosa and whooping at the top of his voice, Delgadito charged the herd. The other riders took off, one after another, and drove the horses full speed straight north. This puzzled Geronimo.
Finally he rode over to talk with Nadeze.
”Why do we go north?” he asked. ”Our home is almost due east.”
”Worry not and question not,” Nadeze said coolly. ”Look and learn.”
Always at full gallop, Delgadito was racing from one end of the line to the other. The apaloosa already had run at least six times the distance any other horse had traveled.
About an hour and a half later Delgadito caught his own horse and transferred saddle and bridle from the apaloosa to him. The exhausted apaloosa staggered ten feet to stand with head drooping. Geronimo finally understood.
Beyond any doubt, Papago trackers were already on the trail of Delgadito's Mimbreno raiders. They could not fail to find the weary apaloosa and they would know its owner was the _shaman_ of the White Mountain Apaches. They would also see that the stolen horses had been started northward, toward the home of these Apaches. Thus the Papagoes would think that they had been raided by men from the White Mountain tribe and they would seek revenge on them, rather than on the Mimbreno Apaches.
”We have a wise chief,” thought Geronimo, as Delgadito's plan became clear to him.
Just then Delgadito said, ”Chie, continue northward with thirty of the more worthless horses. Leave a plain trail, as though we were stricken with panic. But drive the horses back and forth so it will appear as though there were many more than thirty. Run as soon as you see pursuers.”
Chie nodded, and the rest of the men started dividing the remaining horses into smaller groups.
”Why do we do this?” Geronimo asked, riding along beside Nadeze.
”It is easier to hide the trail of a small group of horses,” said Nadeze. ”And the Papagoes will find it much more difficult to track us since we will take each herd in a different direction before swinging back to our village.”
”Do I drive some?”
”You are too anxious, stripling.” Nadeze was far more respectful since Geronimo had slain the Papago. ”You will ride with one of us.”
Suddenly the rain clouds which Geronimo had noticed earlier loosed an earth-battering torrent. The raiders smiled. Usan, G.o.d of their tribe, had indeed blessed them. Though the Papago trackers would certainly find the apaloosa, they would never discover where the rest of the horses had gone after a storm such as this one.
Driving all the horses ahead of them through the pouring rain, the raiders turned homeward.
In bright sunlight next day, the stolen Papago horses cropped gra.s.s on the slope opposite Delgadito's wickiup. Geronimo listened anxiously while Delgadito, as was the right of a chief who led a raiding party, divided the plunder.
The leader reserved twenty horses for himself, and the twenty he chose included the two fine stallions. Then he gave smaller numbers of horses to the four men who had gone with him. The number each received depended on how hard he had worked to make the raid successful. Next came a just share for all families who had no one to steal horses for them.
Geronimo's heart sank as the horses were given away. He had hoped to get something for himself, but now the only horses remaining were a dozen or so fit only for the cooking pot. Delgadito declared them as such. Then he announced, so that all could hear: