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The next morning, the Comanches were still sleeping off the festivities from the night before and I was able to see what I hadn’t been able to in the dark. For example, I saw a bloody hand in the snow. Who it had belonged to, I had no idea. Also, I noticed that not all of the bad guys were dead. One man was tied up next to the corral; he’d been scalped, his shoes were missing, and both of his feet had jagged slices cut down the length of them.
“Ayuda me,” the man said through chipped and broken teeth. “Help me.”
I went and got the man a gourd of water, but by the time I got back to him, he was dead.
The dead lay in various piles. Flies were buzzing about. I found the warrior who had hugged me the night before; he was lying on his back, snoring like a freight train, with an empty bot
