Col. Homer Wheeler, who commanded the Southern Cheyenne Scouts at Fort Reno, I.T., in the 1880's remembered:

"Indians, as well as their white brethren, have their love affairs...Their blankets were worn over the head in such a manner that only the eyes could be seen...An Indian lover will stand and wait near the lodge where abides the object of his admiration...While so waiting or standing outside a lodge, they usually have the head entirely covered with their blanket, except only a little hole for one eye" (Wheeler, 1923: 308).

Like Plates 102 & 130, this is another "accidental" meeting. The many horse tracks indicate that Arrow---whose feather talisman in the horse's tail betrays his identity--- has been haunting this particular spot, probably for hours. He had no particular reason to be there, of course, and the lady only happened to chance by. Each swathed almost anonymously in their separate blankets, they may only glance at each other as she passes. But the anticipation, and its fulfillment, were enough to inspire this memorial.