Indian Fighters White DeathChapter 4
When I was almost to the Comanche camp, I bent over in the saddle to take a closer look at what looked like some promising tracks. Thank the Lord! My luck was back and screaming at me to get myself in order. Just as I bent over, an arrow came swishing where my head had been. Naturally, that got my attention, and I looked about to try to spot the source of said arrow. To my left and just behind me were four Comanche warriors who were watching me and laughing like hell. Either they knew...