Indian Fighters White DeathChapter 6
Martha Smith took one look at her husband, Jacob Smith, long enough to satisfy herself that he was indeed dead. She asked me to drive the buckboard into the field about 500 yards and to dump him for the coyotes and wild hogs to munch on. She promised to explain everything when I got back. Hell, this was worth doing just to hear the story of how somebody could be hated this much. It was getting kind of late in the day by now, and I wanted to leave for Oak Junction before dark. I just hated to...