Publisher's Synopsis
"Synopsis: "Oh my Lawd, look at dem chargin' down dat hill, dey's thousands of 'em," someone exclaimed. The man moved as if to run away. "Where you gonna run to, seein' dey's got us in a circle?" Sad Sack asked. "Best thing we can do is see dat dey don't git da rest o' dese horses, so we can git away." "Settle down, men, and don't waste ammunition, wait until they are in range, then aim," Lieutenant Ashley called. Two hundred or more Indians were charging the corral. He ran along the wall counting off men, "One, two, one, two, one two. Hold your fire, men, number one fire on my call, then reload while number twos fire . . . let them get closer . . . fire on my word." Naked, painted, and screaming, the charging Indians came; two hundred yards . . . "Hold your fire" . . . a hundred yards . . . "Aim and hold" . . . fifty yards . . . "Number one, fire, fire, fire." His last words were lost in the roar of rifles. Because of the successful us
