The Fury Of Iron Eyes (An Iron Eyes Western #4) - Plot & Excerpts
Yet the hours of night were not to bring them any security due to the brilliant moon which had replaced the blazing sun. Roberts knew they required a black sky if they were to make a successful retreat from this dangerous place. The officer could still see the smoke rising from the forested hills against the hazy night sky, but now he could also make out the flames which were being fanned. They were being warned to get off the reservation of the Southern Cheyenne and Major Roberts intended to heed that warning. There was no glory in fighting a foe when you knew, with every sinew of your being, that it was you who were in the wrong. Roberts prayed that he still had time to get his caravan of miners, wagons and troopers out of the valley before sun-up. He also prayed that he had not left it too late. A sound began to chill his entire company as they remained in their shallow ditches. It was a sound that had not filled the officer’s ears for many years, but it haunted his memory. It was the sound of distant drumming echoing around the dark hills of trees.
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