Hank’s POV
“Shhh, there… I’m so sorry, June.” We had tried picking off O’Shea’s from the stampeding horses, but the sight of the Indians falling to the hands of the US government was too much for June. The only connection and family she had was now facing a modern slaughter they could not escape. Once we were out of bullets, and the O’Shea’s were unfortunately let through the ranks of the soldiers, we gave up.
June collapsed into my arms and began to cry as a cheer soon went up from the town, the Comanche pulling back and regrouping for the time being. “I’m so sorry, my June.” I kissed the top of her head and rocked her in my arms, letting her cry it out in my arms. There was nothing we could do now except wait for the outcome of this bloody battle.
“They’re going to die.” She sobbed af
