Hank’s POV
I could feel the beat of the drums deep into my soul; something primal calling to me and Gypsum. “That’s the Sun Dance.” I had heard of Indians doing it, something that called to the very spirit of the earth.
‘They’re gearing up for a war.’ Gypsum was feeling invigorated by the sound, his healing kicking in better than me eating tack was. ‘If I had to guess, it’ll be sometime tonight or even tomorrow.’ I could tell that they were heading to where the O’Shea compound was, meaning rhat the attack would more than likely happen there.
I begrudgingly got off of Bunny and switched horses. I needed to get to June as soon as possible, especially with something like that was going to happen so close to that town. If the council wasn’t aware what was going on now, they certainly would
