Chapter 8
The Indian girl screamed at the sight of Frank’s rifle. It only took him a millisecond to realize she was alone and helpless. He jumped backwards, startled by the thought that he’d nearly opened fire on this defenseless girl. Frank put down his rifle and popped outside the stable. He was startled a second time when he came out the door and was staring down the muzzle of Gregory’s rifle.
“God damn it, Greg. What are you doing?” Frank yelled at him, half mad and half teasing.
“Covering you, Frankie. I heard another scream, and I didn’t know what was going on,” Gregory answered, half chuckling, working hard to control his laughter.
“Well this is the culprit.” Frank opened the other stable door all the way to reveal the girl in the middle of the floor. Her dress covered her, but
