It didn’t set him back much. As she had to eat, he passed a few dollars and what he liked from the larder of the guard barracks. The one thing that ...hey did have lots of in this place was scarves, and he bought her a new one — red, yellow and green — from a boy who flew them from a pole.She smiled when he presented it to her, and as it did seems like a special moment, he bowed in return. “It makes you pretty,” he said, though of course she didn’t understand English. She smiled bigger.He could. . samir bola thik he.Mai zabardassti nhi krunga par tum jaise hi cabin se bahar jaaogi mai principal k office Ja k yeh karnaama dikha dunga..firr tum college se nikaali jaaogi..tumhare frnds tumhe taane maarenge..tumhare parents tumhare wajah se sharam mehsus krenge.. ya phirr meri baat maano..toh sb kucjh pehle jaisa hi rehega..bss yeh baat hum dono k bich hi rehegi..aur mai tumhe paper ki copy b de dunga.. faisala tumhara.. ya toh cabin se baahar jao.. ya toh cabin ka datwaaza band kr k meri. We rubbed our horses down and they rolled in the dirt. They had worked up quite a lather and dust quickly turned to mud. If a scout happened upon them, they would look like nȧhahévo’hāme, wild horses, and not like mo’éhno’ha, or what the whites called Indian ponies. There was a herd of mustangs sheltered in a nearby canyon and they ran off to join them. They would bring us even more news when we returned.Cait and I made our way toward the soldier camp, another two miles away. We became the. She bent over and kissed my forehead, then got up to go to her room. I got up and followed her. The aroma of her perfume trailed her. When she got to her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her sweater over her head. Stepping into her closet, she came out with her cozy warm up suit and a tee, her standard wear on cold evenings. “I’m going to change clothes,” she said, waiting for me to leave. I stood silently. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned her back to me and unbuttoned, then.