26
BLACK BEN
Ben had his hands tightly bound behind him. He’d been placed in front of a large campfire. He could see a corral at the end of the canyon, where what looked like about two hundred horses were kept. When he was being dragged along, he had also seen several crates of what looked like weapons.
And they were, because Lyle saw him looking and said, “We trade the weapons we take off Federal troops to the Indians so they can use them against the troops and then we sell the scalps we take off the Indians and the Mexicans to the troops. We make out coming and going. The Indians are looking to arm themselves for something big, and who are we to say no?”
Ben didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to speak again. His throat was raw and painful from several hours of
