Short Story: Warn, The Whites Or The Indians
They rode out before dawn, waving to the sentry on the wagon train. Gabe chose the high ground above the wagon trail, and when they had passed both the circled wagons and the camp of pretend missionaries they surveyed the horizon.
From here, they could glimpse on down the stony trail, see where it moved closer to the thin river and away from it. Several miles farther, they saw yet another circle of camped wagons.
Gabe pointed to the far bend of the river barely visible on the misty horizon and Alma gasped. There were dozens of teepees and bright colored dots that had to be the horses of the Indians.
“Is there any way to warn them of the danger?” she asked.
“Warn which ones, the whites or the Indians?”
“Whites? You mean our people, don’t you?” …show more content…
When they stopped for lunch, he ate with them, showing more interest, but not enough to run and poke around for game. He was panting, but continued to walk when they got back on the road. They passed the distant wagon train just before noon, waving to a few people. As they took the river side of the trail, Gabe scanned the water for any sign of the Indian camp they had spotted that morning. At her insistence, he pulled up to wait and warn the wagon master about the possible gun runners following them.
As always, Alma kept an eye out for the Tennessee gun runners. She thought she might have spotted them talking to one of the men at the back of the train, but she and Gabe were moving too fast to make sure.
It was a day spent mostly in the saddle, although Alma was able to get her needed stops whenever she saw a likely bush. Once, Gabe dismounted to water the animals and the couple walked for an hour before mounting again.
Alma teased him about what he would do if the baby was a little girl, instead of the boy he foresaw. The words seemed to make him sad, not provoke him into laughter or argument and she quit, stepping up to slide her hand in his. Both held reins, and rifle in the other. The change of walking, was a welcome relief for both of
From here, they could glimpse on down the stony trail, see where it moved closer to the thin river and away from it. Several miles farther, they saw yet another circle of camped wagons.
Gabe pointed to the far bend of the river barely visible on the misty horizon and Alma gasped. There were dozens of teepees and bright colored dots that had to be the horses of the Indians.
“Is there any way to warn them of the danger?” she asked.
“Warn which ones, the whites or the Indians?”
“Whites? You mean our people, don’t you?” …show more content…
When they stopped for lunch, he ate with them, showing more interest, but not enough to run and poke around for game. He was panting, but continued to walk when they got back on the road. They passed the distant wagon train just before noon, waving to a few people. As they took the river side of the trail, Gabe scanned the water for any sign of the Indian camp they had spotted that morning. At her insistence, he pulled up to wait and warn the wagon master about the possible gun runners following them.
As always, Alma kept an eye out for the Tennessee gun runners. She thought she might have spotted them talking to one of the men at the back of the train, but she and Gabe were moving too fast to make sure.
It was a day spent mostly in the saddle, although Alma was able to get her needed stops whenever she saw a likely bush. Once, Gabe dismounted to water the animals and the couple walked for an hour before mounting again.
Alma teased him about what he would do if the baby was a little girl, instead of the boy he foresaw. The words seemed to make him sad, not provoke him into laughter or argument and she quit, stepping up to slide her hand in his. Both held reins, and rifle in the other. The change of walking, was a welcome relief for both of