It had been several weeks since the second group of Indians from the mission joined Crow. The hacienda was a two-story building with a wraparound porch. The roof of the porch formed the floor for the balcony on the second floor. Red roof tiles purchased from the local mission were now in place. Two large gardens were laid out near the house, one for vegetables and the other for flowers. The fertile soil was already showing results.
Samuel was driving the wagon taken from the mission with its team of mules bringing a load of fresh cut lumber to the hacienda. A shout went up, “Federales, Federales!” Ponto began barking.
Crow and LeRue, who were inside the house, ran out into the yard, each carrying his rifle. The Indians in a panic began running for the woods. Crow called out, “Stop, go ba
