The Pawnee guides agreed to have Crow and eight of his men ride ahead to look for a campsite.
While they were gone, a band of Sioux attacked the wagon train as they were crossing the flats. Now, the Pawnee lay dead, shot to pieces by the Sioux warriors. Kenna sat back against the hardness of a wagon wheel as the attack continued. She flinched as a bullet struck a stone and whirred past her left shoulder into the air. The bright sunny day seemed so surreal; such a pleasant day to die.
Kenna, watching the circling Sioux on their war ponies, could clearly see their red and black painted faces. Behind the Sioux was a hill with steep sides. Kenna thought she saw movement on the hill. They were just specks. But then the sun made it hard to see, and then the specks were gone.
Earl Stump stood
