Yawner

(Uproar, stilled by the arrival of the body in the case, with the Yawner at his elbow.)

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

There was a creaking snort from behind me: the Yawner was laughing-I wasn't to know that her disappointed beaux had been legion.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

The Yawner tapped me on the shoulder-I was in my buckskins, by the way, with a garland round my neck-and he and another young brave called Quick Killer conducted me forward to stand before the spirit-chief.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

The Yawner himself showed me this, one day when I'd admired his skill in stalking a deer; he said it was nothing, and if I wanted to see how good he was, let me turn my back and count my fingers ten times.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

It's been their downfall; unlike the other tribes, they never knew when to quit against the pony soldiers; my old pal Yawner fought on until there was only a tattered remnant of his band left to be herded on to the reservation (which, be it noted, was more mercy than ever he'd shown to a beaten foe; if Apache custom had been applied to the 'Pash, there wouldn't be one left).

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

What was said was in Apache, with no responses or anything for poor old Flash, although Sonsee-array answered three or four times when the spirit-chief addressed her, as did the Yawner, grunting at my elbow.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

They reverence what we think of as evil; the bigger a rascal a man is, the more they respect him, which is why the likes of Mangas-whose duplicity and cunning were far more valued in the tribe than his fighting skill-and the Yawner, became great among them.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

Neue Galerie New York 'The Yawner' (1771-83) One of the strangest yet most compelling figures in the history of art begins a star turn in Manhattan Thursday as the Neue Galerie opens "Franz Xaver Messerschmidt 1736-1783: From Neoclassicism to Expressionism."

Before Expressionism, Great Expressions 2010

I reckon I did, too, so far as she was concerned-but the Yawner was still calling me Wind Breaker last year, damn him.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

While they were getting the lances and ponies, and a frantic Sonsee-array was shrilly damning Daddy's eyes for permitting this criminal folly, and he was growling that she'd brought it on herself, and the commonalty were settling down to enjoy the show, I turned to the Yawner and asked him quietly if he could find me three wooden pegs, about so by so.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010