It was the morning of the third day after the battle. The sun was just cresting the horizon. The ground was still wet with dew, and there was a hint of fog hugging the low areas. The boy, Raul, looked up and saw three men approaching the hacienda on horseback. With a look of joy upon his face, he ran to the front door of the hacienda where he was met by one of the Indian servants. “They have returned!” he shouted loudly in his excitement.
Francisca was just coming down the stairs while Carlos was coming out of his room. Francisca called out, “Carlos, they are back! They are here!”
Carlos turned and went to his parent"s door and knocked loudly. Calling to them he said, “Poppa, Crow and the others are back!” Not waiting for an answer Carlos rushed off down the stairs and out the door.
Rau
