Escape From LexingtonChapter 19
Sunday August 26, 1849 I doubt that I’d more than fallen asleep again when Wizzer woke me a second time. This time, there were only four men trying to sneak up on our camp. These men approached the camp the same way the first group had, through a shallow draw behind a low ridge that hid them from camp. This time, the two barrels of the first shotgun seemed to do the trick. Once again, I backtracked and found their horses--and the man watching the horses. “Don’t move,” I shouted at him,...