The four lone riders galloped toward the south. It was very dark now for it was the middle of the night. Jonny knew where he was going for he had been that way on some hunts with Willy. He knew the area as well as he knew his own backyard. Soon they came out of the trees and rode straight. Then they came up over a knoll and there was a still house with a barn, sheds, and corrals. They rode up quickly and dismounted. "Where is everyone else?" Ma said with a serious tone of worry. "I saw Pa, Clem, Clarence, and Brad run toward the creek bottoms. I didn't follow because I ran and to the bunkhouse to awaken Ben and Karl. When I got there no one was there. Then I turned around to see a big indian with a flaming torch. Two more indians followed and grabbed me and tied me up. It wasn't worth fighting, because I knew I would just get myself killed. I tried to show no fear or pain. They then drug me out and flopped me like a sack of potatoes on a pony. The last thing I saw while riding away was Mark falling to the ground. I just couldn't help the tears. said Charles. As the four of them walked into the empty house they could not help wondering if anyone was dead. "Wow what a story." said William. "I told Alisha to come back to the house. And I also promised her I would return." Jonny exclaimed. He ran to the barn and shouted, "Alisha!" "You came back!" came an excited voice. She came down the ladder and hugged him. Then Tasha came down the ladder. "Hi Jonny!" she said. The three of them ran back to the house. Ma was happy to see the two girls and so was William. "So let's sit down and see if we can piece this all together." said William. "So where is Pa, your pa and ma, Mark, Ben and Karl?" Just then some horse hoofs sounded and Jonny ran to the door. "Alisha it's your parents!" They all shouted and ran outside. There was Alisha's mother and father. What a happy reunion. But what about Clem, Clarence, Brad and Pa, who had run toward the creek? Or Ben and Karl?
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It was still dark. The early morning hours had not yet come. Four lone figures in a natural earth sunken cave, slept away. One stirred. "What is going on? Where are we?" A sleepy voice answered, "We are hiding from indians." "Oh right." Pa stirred and sat up. "We have to sneak back and see if anyone is still alive." The four ran as fast as they could toward the ranch. They came in and to their surprise there was, Alisha, Jonny, Ma, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Tasha, William, and Charles. It was another reunion. After this the stories came out. They pieced it all together and confirmed that devastatingly, Aunt Martha was dead and were pretty sure that Mark was either gone or dead. They did not know where Ben, and Karl were. Where could they be?
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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.
