Chapter Twenty-EightFrom their vantage point, Simms and White Dove watched the skirmish below. The Shoshone warriors peeled off in two groups, sweeping out in wide arcs to surround their quarry in a sort of pincer movement. Puffs of smoke bloomed, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire moments later. But it proved impossible to make out if anyone fell, the figures like ants.
White Dove said, “I thought I saw two others joining them. Without horses.”
“I didn't see. That would make six of them all told. Not good odds, not the way those Shoshone are going at it.”
“They might think it is us.”
“I was thinking much the same.”
“Then we take the chance and we get away.”
Simms mulled this over, sucking at his teeth, locked in an inner struggle. “Whoever comes out of it will still come looking
