Shouts and gunsmoke poured from all along the wagon train. Lt. Dane led a dozen mounted troopers in a desperate saber charge against the frenzied, drink-crazed Indians.
Stag Warren leaped to his horse and raced to join them, knowing this was the last chance to break out—and he knew if he died, it was because white men had been selling rot-gut whiskey and stolen cavalry guns to Chief Leaping Horse and his Apaches.