Jonny awoke to snow on his back. He rolled over and sat up. He turned and saw Alisha open her eyes. "Well I suppose we got snowed on." she said. "Yes sure did." Jonny walked over to White-Foot. She nickered softly to him and he brushed the snow off her back. Alisha got up and, still wrapped in her blanket said, "I didn't bring more than three blankets and we used two and the other is sopping in the snow." her teeth chattering. "Hmmmm. Well I don't know. we can use mine, it wasn't that wet. You got more snow on you than I did." So they mounted White-Foot, who was eager to go. They walked at first and then Alisha said, "I want to know what has become of my family and Tasha and Willy." "We can sneak back maybe. Hopefully everyone is still alive." They galloped far back toward the way they had come. After a long time they came to the creek. They silently crossed it and broke into a clearing. Jonny looked up to the right which would be the direction of the Thomas ranch. There was nothing in view. They galloped along until Jonny made out some smoke in the distance. Soon they came up to a ranch and it was the Thomas ranch alright. When they rode up to the house, Jonny saw Pa and Ma come out of the roof burned house. Next came Alisha's Father. "O Alisha my dear, I thought the indians found you!" As they were getting off White-Foot, Alisha whispered in Jonny's ear, "Thank-You for saving me and helping my family." Jonny felt high up after she said that. But he came down and went to question what all happened since their absence. Alisha's mother was in bed from some nasty wounds from the Comanches. Mark had heard the door being torn down and had gotten Father up. The comanches had seen Mark first and had beaten him over backwards and would have killed him had not Father shot the indian that was about to do so. Then another indian dragged him outside and that was when Jonny guessed he had seen him. They were all thankful that no one was dead, but the only question was, "Where was Tasha and Willy?" All of a sudden Jonny said, "The tee-pee!" He and Alisha ran to the tee-pee. They opened it and peered into the blackness. There right there was Tasha and Willy. "So the indians are gone?" questioned Tasha. "Yes they are." answered Jonny. "What about my parents?" asked Willy. "Your mother is hurt a little and Mark has a broken leg. That is it." "Well to God be the glory, that they are alive." The four of them walked back to the group. "My dear Tasha and Willy you guys are still alive!! Thank God." their father cried. "Go show yourselves to Ma." he said. Then a question was asked, "Who woke the children?" Quickly Alisha said, "Ma it was Jonny here. He risked his life for me and my siblings." "Well young man I am proud of you and thank-you so very much for doing what you did to save them." Jonny blushed. Then Jonny's mother said, "How did you get here to save them son?" Then the whole story was told partly by Jonny and partly by Alisha. Then everyone's jaw dropped, even White-Foot who yawned tiredly. Jonny knew what he had done was what Jesus would have done and it made him happy. It also made him happy to see Alisha happy. It was a happy reunion and a grateful one.

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Jonny and the Comanches
Historical FictionThe thrilling story of a young boy named Jonny and his pony, White-Foot, set in the 1800s about life on the prairie in Colorado and he and his family's encounters with Comanche Indians.