Call Him Savage

That's fine," I said. "Sam!" I heard that, all right. I looked up from the typewriter. "Hey, that's a nice nightgown!" "I said I think I'm getting a cold." "Well-with a nightgown like that...." "Silly!" Her smile would have corrupted a bishop. "You coming to bed? It's almost midnight." "Soon's I finish writing this chapter. Best thing I've ever done." "More Indians?