womanâs composure with no sign of the grief he would have expected. âIâm right sorry we couldnât have gotten here a little sooner. Maybe we coulda helped.â
âHow did you manage to come outta this alive?â Riley asked. As it did to Joel, it seemed to him an unlikely happening.
âI donât rightly know,â she replied. âThey came up to us like they were real peaceful, so they could see what we were carryinâ, I reckon. Davidâthatâs my uncleâsaid he knew Injuns, and we could give âem some food, and theyâd leave us alone. It looked like he might be right, but all of a sudden, one of âem pulled a pistol out of his belt and just started firinâ away. The others cut the horses loose. My sister and her husband tried to run to the wagon to stop âem, but they shot both of âem before they got moreân three steps. Then all of âem started shootinâ. Some of âem cut Peter and Ethel down, and when the boys tried to defend their folks, the Injuns shot them. One of âem tried to shoot me, but his rifle misfired, and I grabbed my uncleâs rifle and killed that son of a bitch. I crawled under the wagon and reloaded. When anotherân tried to grab me by the foot and drag me outta there, I let him have it right between the eyes. I reckon they decided it wasnât worth it tryinâ to get me, so they backed off, yellinâ and howlinâ like a bunch of coyotes. I held the rifle on âem, like I was goinâ to shoot if they came near me again, and I was hopinâ and prayinâ they didnât, because my rifle was empty. The cartridges were inside the wagon and I was afraid to make a try for âem. I donât know when they set the wagons on fire, because they looked like they were in a hurry to get away from here.â
âDamn, lady,â Riley softly exclaimed. âYouâve been through a terrible time.â
âThe thing that hurts my heart,â she said, âwas I couldnât save Ruthie. I called for her to crawl under the wagon with me, but before she could, one of those devils snatched her up and rode off with her.â
âMaybe we can still catch up with âem,â Joel said. âMight not be too late for the girl.â He looked up toward the sun. âThere ainât all that much daylight left. They oughta be stoppinâ to make camp, if they ainât got a village nearby.â
âEasy enough to track,â Riley said, examining the hoofprints leading away from the wagons. âHow many were there?â
âWe counted seven when they first caught up with us,â she said, âso that leaves five not countinâ those two.â She nodded toward the bodies.
Riley finally asked the question that had first occurred to him. âWhat in Godâs name were you folks doinâ out here by yourselves?â
âWhen we left Fort Laramie, we were part of a train with twenty wagons. Two days out, the Ferrisesâ wagon broke a wheel, so they had to take it back to get it fixed. The rest of the train wouldnât wait, âcause we were already so late in the season, so we volunteered to wait with them, figurinâ on catching up with the others later.â
âThat was bad luck,â Joel said, and then he thought to introduce himself and Riley. âMy nameâs Joel McAllister and this is Riley Tarver. Weâre on our way to Silver City, but weâre gonna see if we can follow those Indians first, and hope weâre lucky enough to find the girl unharmed.â He glanced at Riley to make sure he was thinking the same, and he quickly nodded his agreement. âHow old is the girl?â
âSheâs goinâ on thirteen.â
âThat might explain why they rode off with her. If she was a little older, they mighta killed her on the spot. Sometimes they keep the young children captive.â He