The banner that hung across it read COWBOY AND INDIAN FESTIVAL. Tables with food on them were set up all along the boardwalks, some with wares for sale, and just as the train passed that street he could see horses and riders dashing along a cross street, apparently in a race. “Some kind of shindig going on, I see,” Dan commented. Wolf’s Blood sneered. “Cowboy and Indian festival, so the banner reads. I wonder where they got the Indians. There sure aren’t any to speak of anyplace close by.” “First they get rid of them, then they have festivals using the idea of Indians for excitement.” Jason leaned over to look out the window himself. “If they want to see a wild Indian in action, I could show them some real excitement,” Wolf’s Blood commented. Jennifer squeezed his hand. “I think you had better stay away from the festivities,” she told her husband with a soft smile.
