Just after sunrise, Jock heard riders coming through the thickets of Cholla cactus. The boy led their horses out of the likely field of fire, and freed their weapons. The boy covered the right flank with the BAR and Jock behind the Lewis Gun covered the left flank. They would be rubbed out maybe, but they would kill many White Eyes first. Then they heard the owl hoot.
An old man mounted on a pinto pony led a party of Apaches into the camp. He was dressed in faded denim jacket and jeans, worn boots thrust into the stirrups; long white hair hanging below the grey wide brimmed hat. Stiffly he attempted to dismount.
Jock recognized him from the old days and got up from behind the Lewis Gun. “Silver. It"s been many years; I am glad to see you. Thank you for training the boy. May I help?”
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