Cowboy, and Indian Girl,
The Indian camp was just over the next hill. I had heard a lot of gun fire earlier in the afternoon coming from that direction. I crawled through the dust until I could see down the slope and into what was left of the camp. Bodies were everywhere. Most of the structures were torn down or on fire or both. I heard a woman’s scream followed by a shot. So, there were still some murderers left around the camp. I brought my rifle to bear on the camp and waited. There was another terrified scream. Four drunken cowboys appeared out of the smoke dragging a young girl behind them on a rope. She was screaming and crying, trying desperately to get away. They dragged her down by the creek. One of the drunks drew a …