A big indian stood over him. The indian motioned for two braves standing by a teepee to untie him and make him gather firewood. Karl had gotten a little used to the indian treatment. He had not seen Ben since that morning. He sighed and felt like this was going to be his life now. He picked up sticks and logs and stacked them beside Chief Sharp Claw's teepee. Then an indian yelled at him and motioned for him to get a pale of water. A squaw handed him a pale and he limped off toward the stream. His leg still hurt from when he fell off the pony on the ride down into this steep canyon. At the stream he filled the bucket and started to head back when he heard a rustle. A head peeped out and it was Ben. They had not talked to each other since two days ago. Ben said, "We must get out of here, tonight." "I agree." together they made plans about where to meet and when. Karl then quickly ran back with the pale of water.
The three men fell into a fitful sleep. All was quiet. The horses made munching sounds and every so often snorted. But all was peaceful and calm. Then Charles awoke. He heard a sound just off to his right over toward where the ledge rumbled down into the canyon. It was the sound of grunting and heaving. He pulled his revolver from its holster and cocked it. He then heard a mans voice. The sounds became louder and louder. Soon a mans head appeared and then another. The two stopped and looked in Charles direction. By this time Clarence had awakened and so did Clem. "Clem shouted, "Who are you?" "A laughing voice answered, Its us Ben and Karl!!" A happy but quiet reunion followed along with slapping backs and bear hugs. But where is Mark? Ben said, "He was not in the camp wit us." "You don't think..." "I think that is what happened. They probably killed him."
The five of them got on the three horses two per horse and galloped silently away toward the way that they had come. They galloped all night. By morning they were half asleep and were almost home. Jonny saw them and rode out to meet them. He yelled and rode as fast as he could back. Shouts went up. They ate dinner around the fire and told all the stories and pieced them together. It was a bittersweet reunion though, because of the loss of Aunt Martha and Mark.
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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.
