Chapter 11Columns of smoke announced the commencement of Howling Wolf’s raids the following morning. The Brulé apparently had split his force into several smaller bands. Four distinct smudges rose into the cloudless blue sky. A fire far to the east, answered by one to the south, near the Little Islands, and one virtually at the edge of Yanube City. The black cloud rising from west of Andre’s looked to be the Stubblefield place again. The burly widower was probably finished this time…if he hadn’t perished in defense of his property.
A squad of cavalry passed south of the crick at high morning, too late to be of any aid to the Texan. I was in the loft of the barn retrieving a gray pigeon from the cote with Pa’s reply to my warning when I heard several horses approaching on the north side of
