Goodnight Loving Herd at Horse Head Crossing 1866
Continued from last week-
Wilson scanned the dune about, saw the tops of the smartweeds shiver, part everso-slightly, and then close back. A Comanche, separating the weeds in advance with his lance, was crawling upon them. “One Arm” Bill shifted to greet him. When he was almost in view, he aroused a rattlesnake. There was a vibrant, whir-r-r, and the…