CHAPTER X

Abbie could frame no words. She could only reach forth her hand and touch Will’s arm, a nightmare of fear upon her. Will and the other men of the party were also looking toward the shadowy figures in the dark. “They’re friendly,” Will whispered, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Friendly? Were they friendly? All night the Indians camped near the creek bed a little to the north. Abbie, with Mack upon her arm, did not close her eyes. Only a year and a half before, the Fort Phil Kearney massacre had occurred. Only tw…