“Why, my good man, we’re going to charge them.” Those around the well-dressed leader blinked in incomprehension. The number of Indians on the ridge continued to grow. Eyes widened as the count of the angry Cheyenne increased to overwhelming odds. Several of the hard-bitten thugs with Pease cut their eyes to Titus Vickers in appeal. He gave them a curt nod, though not a word had been spoken. Titus Vickers knew “Not likely, Mr. Pease,” he responded with more formality than usual. “At least not by this chile. I think we’d best make a run for it while the gettin’s good.” Pease studied the ranks above, war lances aflutter with feather decorations, bows and rifles ready. He sighed gustily and gave a reluctant nod. “Your calm evaluation of the situation may have saved our lives again, Vic. Under the prevailing conditions, I have no choice but to defer to your wisdom.” He paused and then sucked in wind. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” he bellowed. None of the men needed encouragement.
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