Truckee River Water Babies: Based Upon Native American Legend

By Danté P. Chelossi Jr.

Truckee River Water Babies begins in the nineteenth century, telling a tale from the desert area near the great Pyramid Lake in Nevada. The struggle to survive for American frontier families is very tough but also satisfying. It was not as hard for the Native American tribes in the surrounding area to live with relative ease, as they have lived for centuries in harmony with nature and given the utmost respect to this land.

The Water Babies legend begins when the tribes shaman and his apprentice are unseen witnesses to the U.S. Armys horrific slaughter of innocent people from their village, near the shores of the Truckee River, which empties into Pyramid Lake. This shaman created the Water Babies legend because of the great sorrow he felt for his people after this traumatic event.

In the twentieth century, a modern-day Shaman and his apprentice put the legend to the test, with results reminiscent of the cruelty and deceit that the Native American people have endured over the past centuries from the people who ruthlessly conquered this continent from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jul 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781426934513

Danté P. Chelossi Jr.

Dante' P. Chelossi Jr. grew up in the Nevada desert listening to a Native American legend called “The Water Babies.” He resides in Eureka, California, in Humboldt County, with his wonderful wife, Sprite; his Basenji dog; and his two cats. He works as a security screener at the Humboldt County Courthouse.

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CHAPTER ONE

It is the year of 1878.

Over a decade has passed since the end of the Civil war between the Northern and the Southern states.

The location is in the western area of the United States of America.

If anyone during this particular time period in the Nineteenth Century were to look up at the skies above their heads, they would see only one color with their eyes.

This color would be a very light clear blue in all directions.

In this area of the world, there is no such thing as smog…yet.

The word smog was not even a part of the English language or in any dictionary of the times.

If you were standing at this location, and looking at the vast horizon, you would find yourself in the vicinity of a very large lake in Nevada.

The name of this body of water is Pyramid lake.

On one side of the lake in the back drop is a mountain rage known as the Iron Horse mountains.

There is a very healthy desert full of life, between these majestic mountains and this great pristine lake.

It is a very hot desert, full of sage brush, and wild critters, which stretch in a wide arc, creating a pair of twin valley’s around this lake.

There is a long lazy stretch of water that slowly flows towards, and empties into this large body of crystal clear water called Pyramid lake.

This is called the Truckee river.

At this area of the world where these two bodies of water meet each other, there is a small settlement of pioneer families that work very hard to make this place a home to live, and raise their children.

This small settlement did not have an official rating as a town yet because the amount of persons residing here was only a scant forty five.

These hardworking, and God fearing pioneer families proudly called their area of land… Wadsworth Flats.

This name was unanimously chosen because of their respect for the eldest member that lived amongst these few families.

This elder went by the name of Jeremiah Wadsworth, and he was a crusty but kind old individual that had been lucky enough to survive on this planet called Earth, for a very long ninety seven and a quarter years…so far.

This old man Wadsworth did not have good vision from his ancient eyes…Just barely, and his hearing was in about the same bad condition.

He could barely see or hear the people milling about around him in their daily routines of survival, as he sat on the front porch of his tiny cabin.

This small settlement… Wadsworth Flats, was visited usually once, and sometimes twice a month by a U.S. Army Calvary unit comprised of between thirty, and forty soldiers on the average.

The Army soldiers were stationed at a medium size Army post located about twenty three miles from Wadsworth Flats.

The name of this fortification was Fort Hartman.

These soldiers posted within the confines of this Fort would look forward to this twenty three mile ride on their horses, with anxious anticipation of seeing these settlers.

They enjoyed the company of these non-military people that were not posted with them at Fort Hartman.

There was one Army soldier by the name of Sergeant Danny Laddin who had a particular interest in a certain woman that lived at Wadsworth Flats. Her name was Kylene Misko.

Sergeant Danny Laddin had been seriously courting Kylene for over seven months now, and he was getting very close to asking for her hand in marriage.

First though, was the task of dealing with a band of Indians that had been causing problems recently.

This small band of Indians that numbered twenty five, was part of a small tribe of Paiute’s that had broken away from a much larger tribe of Paiute’s a decade and a few extra years in the past.

This small band of Paiute’s lived in a small village that was located not very far from Wadsworth Flats.

This small village was very close to the head waters area that separated the Truckee river from Pyramid lake.

These Indians could reach the shores of the river or the lake almost simultaneously in only a matter of moments.

The Indian village was in general, a setting with very normal, and peaceful Indian resident’s that went about their normal daily business…day in, and day out.

Normally, the men of the tribe would be out hunting in groups for deer, jack rabbits, many types of fowl, and some fishing to end the day.

They would set-up nets across the Truckee river and catch a bounty of fish. The women would gather all types of nuts from various tree’s, berries from a variety of bushes, and most importantly, gather the many different types of seeds in the area.

Seeds were planted, and the women were in charge of cultivating small crops for the tribe.

These same women had been successful in getting some special seeds by way of trade with the white settlers at Wadsworth Flats recently, and starting to build a friendly relationship with these same white people.

Life was simple for everyone that lived in this small area on the very large world map.

Peace was here, and trust between the two race of people, white’s, and Indian’s, was slowly growing stronger as time passed.

The lone exception was this band of twenty five warriors that was led by an Indian who was very anxious to become a chief of his tribe.

He was very impatient, and he had an open hatred towards all white people.

His attitude was unlike the other Indians in his tribe who lived peacefully side by side with the white people of this small settlement.

This warrior had the proud name of Angry Eagle.

Angry Eagle openly hated these settlers, and especially the U.S. Army soldiers stationed at Fort Hartman that visited the area monthly.

Angry Eagle, and his band of warriors were supposed to be out hunting for food to bring back to the tribe in their peaceful village, but on this day, Angry Eagle had devised a very different plan for his fellow warriors to carry-out that had nothing to do with hunting for food.

His plan was to attack the white people at Wadsworth Flats, and destroy all evidence that the white man had ever been in the area.

The existence of these white people had bothered Angry Eagle for many moons, and he took it upon himself to make a change for what he believed would be the best for him, and his people…The Western Paiutes.

Angry Eagle knew that this would anger the white soldiers that visited the area, and he knew that the white man’s army would come to fight with him and his willing warriors.

He was also very confident that he and his warriors would be able to kill all of those white soldier’s with the same ease as hunting for animals for food. Angry Eagle had actually been planning this for the better part of a year.

He was sure that he would be able to rally more warriors from all of the other tribes within the territory.

There were many other tribes within thirty miles of this territory.

There were also tribes located at the lower valley’s beyond the territories that he thought might possibly join his band to fight the white man’s army.

Angry Eagle was sure that all of his people would help him to destroy the white people, and look at him later as a great leader of the Paiutes’s.

Angry Eagle had not spoke with the neighboring tribes about his plans.

It was just a calculated risk that he had decided to take.

He had the extreme confidence that all the Indians, no matter what tribes they were from, would hopefully all join together, and fight against these invaders of their ancestral lands.

Angry Eagle and his small band of warriors rode their ponies to within two miles of Wadsworth Flats, and set-up camp.

They would wait here at this location upstream, on the Truckee river in a very densely wooded area.

They would wait until dusk, before they started their attack on the totally unaware pioneer settler’s.

Dusk was the time that the small band of renegade Indians knew was when all of these settler’s would be all located at one area.

Angry Eagle had some war paint applied to his cheeks of his leathered face.

This war paint was comprised of a mixture of red okra, and fish oil from some Truckee river trout.

The design on his cheeks had the appearance of lightning bolts.

He also had a pair of black colored streaks underneath his eyes that looked like dark shadows.

He wore a single chicken hawk feather that hung down to his right shoulder, and tied into his thick black hair that went down his back to his waist.

The rest of the warriors of his band also had similar preparations of war paint similar to Angry Eagle’s, upon their faces as well.

One of the braves that was a part of Angry Eagles small war party was named… Quiet Coyote.

Angry Eagle was not aware of the fact that Quiet Coyote was feeling a jealous rage within himself.

This internal rage was against his so called leader… Angry Eagle.

Quiet Coyote never really did want to go along with this plan of attacking these innocent white settlers at Wadsworth Flats.

Quiet Coyote decided that he would let Angry Eagle know of his feelings, and try to prevent this unnecessary attack, and probable slaughter from even happening.

Quiet Coyote went over to Angry Eagle in front of the rest of the warriors of the war party, and picked up a spear.

He walked with this spear over to Angry Eagle, and plunged it deeply into the ground about two feet from Angry Eagle’s right foot.

Quiet Coyote glared at Angry Eagle as the spear quivered back and forth from the impact with the ground.

Angry Eagle instantly jumped to his feet, and stood upright in total surprise, and let out a loud wild whoop and yell directly at Quiet Coyote.

Angry Eagle spoke loudly to Quiet Coyote with the question : What are you doing Quiet Coyote ?

Quite Coyote replied : I want to tell you that I believe that you are making a terrible mistake.

I stand here before you to say that you are making a wrong decision with this plan to kill those white people.

You are definitely making this wrong decision on your own…in your false visions.

Those visions are affected by your hatred for the white man!!

I will not be a part of this crazy plan of yours Angry Eagle!!

Angry Eagle was very shocked to hear this from Quiet Coyote, whom he thought of as a brother, and a life long friend since childhood as a young boy in the tribe.

He could not understand why Quiet Coyote had waited until now to tell him this information.

Angry Eagle glared back at Quiet Coyote, and picked up the spear at his feet, and threw it back at Quiet Coyote.

The spear landed in the ground just inches from Quiet Coyote’s feet.

Angry Eagle shook his head, and sneered at Quiet Coyote, and hollered loudly at him: Are you now a coward?

Is the friendship of the white people more important than the freedom of your people to live peacefully with our ancestors here at the land where you and I were born…where our ancestors were also born , and died?

Do you wish to lose the rest of our ancestors land to these white dogs? Maybe you would like to become like the white man!!

Maybe you will die today!!

Like the white man surely will!!

I ask you these questions…Quiet Coyote!!

Quiet Coyote immediately picked the spear up out of the ground, and pointed it towards Angry Eagle.

Quiet Coyote spoke in a steady and firm tone of voice.

I challenge you!!

We will fight to the death!!

The one who ends up winning this fight…will make the final decision today!!

Angry Eagle nodded at Quiet Coyote, and pulled out his knife from his buckskin sheath from his waistband.

Quiet Coyote did the same, and pulled out his knife as well, and dropped the spear down to the ground.

The rest of the band of warriors formed a ring around the two men as they began to slowly circle each other looking for an opening to make the first strike.

All of a sudden, Angry Eagle lunged forward at Quiet Coyote, swinging his knife out in front of him in a wide sweeping motion.

The blade of his very sharp knife caught Quiet Coyote on his right thigh. Quiet Coyote dropped down to the ground to both of his knees, but did not give-up the fight.

Angry Eagle quickly circled to the right, and then just as quickly to the left…back and forth in front of Quiet Coyote…almost as if he were playing with him, or showing his superior advantage at the moment.

Again, suddenly, Angry Eagle pounced on Quiet Coyote’s backside with the speed of a wild cat.

The two warriors locked their bodies together and rolled about on the ground.

Each man held the other mans arms, and at the same time, both were also trying to stab or slice the other with their knives.

Angry Eagle hit Quiet Coyote in the groin area with his knees, and at the same instant as Quiet Coyote winced in pain, Angry Eagle plunged his knife into Quiet Coyote’s shoulder, and then quickly in the same motion pulled the blade out and sliced Quiet Coyote’s front side neck area just below the chin. Quiet Coyote at that moment became stiff as an old pine tree, and dropped his knife to the ground.

Quiet Coyote’s eyes rolled back in his eye sockets.

He was dead.

Angry Eagle looked around at the rest of the warriors and said: Is there anyone else here who feels the same as Quiet Coyote did?

If so, you need to step forward now, and do battle with me!!

None of the warriors dared to step forward at the loud angry challenge by Angry Eagle, even if they really wanted to, they knew better if they wished to continue living.

Angry Eagle then walked over to the lifeless body of Quiet Coyote and knelt down to the ground to one knee and bowed his head in a sign of slight mourning, and respect for the man who was once one of his closest friends.

Angry Eagle leaned over and silently glared at Quiet Coyote and then spoke: Goodbye my friend, I will someday be with you once again in the hunting grounds in the great spirit world where you have now joined our ancestors. You were a great warrior and a great friend in life up to this point in time, but you were not very wise to challenge the great warrior…Angry Eagle!! After Angry Eagle was finished saying these final words to Quiet Coyote, he got back up to his feet and motioned one of the warriors over to him.

The warrior walked over to Angry Eagle, and stood before him.

He gave orders to the warrior to take Quiet Coyote’s body and pony to the tribe’s burial grounds that was located about an hours ride away by pony from the location where they were presently at camp.

Angry Eagle, and the rest of the other warriors would wait for this warrior to come back before they proceeded with Angry Eagle’s plan of slaughtering the white people of Wadsworth Flats.

Quiet Coyote would be given a respectful ceremonial burial later on after this ferocious deed was carried out by Angry Eagle, and his small band of warriors.

The warrior that stood in front of Angry Eagle who received these orders quickly did as he was told, and was gone from the camp with Quiet Coyote’s body and pony in less than three minutes time.

Angry Eagle and the rest of the warriors sat around the campfire.

Angry Eagle reached into a leather pouch on his waist band, and pulled out of it, some dried flower centers, or buttons, from a Peyote cactus.

These dried peyote buttons were passed around to all of the warriors to help get them in the proper state of mind for their upcoming fight with the white people.

Some of the warriors were secretly, like Quiet Coyote, against what they were getting prepared to do with Angry Eagle leading the way, but had fears of ending up the same as Quiet Coyote.

A few of the warriors ingested the peyote buttons and swallowed them down with some water from their water containers made from deer bladders and surrounded by jackrabbit fur.

The rest of the warriors, including Angry Eagle, passed around a pipe made of pinewood.

Peyote buttons were crumbled up and deposited into a large bowl at the end of this pipe.

A small twig with a glowing amber was taken from the campfire momentarily and put inside of this bowl to light the peyote.

A gentle stream of smoke slowly rose from the center of the pipe’s bowl, and just as slowly the pipe was passed around to all of the willing participants. Each man slowly inhaled a long slow hit from the pipe, and held the smoke deeply within their lungs.

The smoke expanded greatly inside of their lungs, but each warrior had enough experience and prior practice to be able to hold the smoke in their lungs for a long enough time to feel the impact of the hallucinogenic drug before their lungs would explode.

After about forty five minutes, all of the warriors, including Angry Eagle, were mentally in another world.

The minds of these warriors were experiencing a hallucinogenic feeling not felt in the normal world that their physical bodies occupied.

The outward appearances of all of these men, resembled men walking through a fog, eyes half-way closed, and arms outstretched as if reaching for something.

They were all chanting together an ancient phrase that was a pre-requisite for getting ready to participate in a great battle.

After a time period of two and a half hours had elapsed, the warrior who had left with Quiet Coyote’s body returned back to the camp and rejoined the band of warriors.

Angry Eagle handed the now thoroughly smoked pipe to this returning warrior, who immediately inhaled a few long hits of smoke into his lungs.

The warriors remained at the campsite for another hour, and then Angry Eagle suddenly barked out orders for everyone to mount their ponies.

The time had now come for these warriors to start their deadly journey to Wadsworth Flats, for a surprise attack to kill all of the unsuspecting pioneers, their enemies, the white people.

Angry Eagle had a wicked, wild eyed evil look on his face, and a large smile as he and his warriors raced off on their ponies.

CHAPTER TWO

Kylene Misko was in her small cabin that she proudly called her home.

She stood in a small kitchen making biscuits on the surface of her cast iron stove that Sergeant Danny Laddin had given to her as a gift last month.

She was very much looking forward to seeing him the following day before sunset.

She was patiently waiting for him to hopefully ask her for her hand in marriage so she could quickly give him a happy answer of…YES!!

She was a bit surprised at how long he was taking to getting around to asking her to be his wife.

She was confident, and knew that it would eventually happen, so in the meantime, she just bided her time, and went about her normal daily routines until that day finally came.

She already had two other gentlemen ask her to marry them, but she politely declined.

She had her mind set to wait for a man that would take her breathe away, and when she did finally meet Sergeant Danny Laddin…that is exactly what happened to her.

In fact, she was so taken aback with this fine specimen of a gentleman, and him being a military warrior for the U.S. Government, that she had to excuse herself and go lay down on her bed so she could get her breathe back, and compose herself to be more ladylike, before engaging in another meeting with this man of her dreams.

Sergeant Danny Laddin was just as totally impressed with Ms. Kylene as he respectfully called her.

When she was with him, all he could initially do, was be polite with her and show her enough respect, and hope for a return meeting.

He had been very confused, as to why she had so abruptly left and excused herself right after they first met each other.

He also, like Kylene, had initial feelings of lust in his heart and soul for this beautiful and charming lady.

He was so surprised to learn that she was not already a wife of some lucky man already, and felt like fate had finally come in his direction to instigate a love relationship with this fine woman.

After he left that first day, he made it a point to visit her as often as he possibly could, and within a few months, it was obvious to Kylene, and everyone that knew both of them, that there was a love connection slowly being constructed.

Kylene finished with the last of her biscuits as she snapped out of her day dreaming state of mind, and put the batch of biscuits in a small basket and covered them up with a printed cloth.

Kylene stepped out onto her porch and looked-up at the night time skies and smiled as she gazed upon the many thousands of bright shining stars in the heavens above.

She looked over at the other small cabins nearby, and seen glowing lights coming from their fireplaces inside, and light gray smoke rising slowly from their chimneys.

All of a sudden, Kylene heard a swishing sound to her left and a thumping sound in the background.

She turned her head and seen an arrow with fire on it’s tip.

The arrow had been shot into the wall next to her window on her porch.

She gasped in surprise, and just as she was about to let out a startled scream, a hand covered her mouth from behind her, and she felt someone grab her by her waist and pull her down to the ground.

As Kylene hit the floor boards of her porch with her body, she looked up to see an Indian.

He took a knife from his sheath from his belt on his waist, and quickly sliced her throat so deeply that her head was almost decapitated from her very petite body.

The Indian who had just murdered this fine young woman was…Angry Eagle.

Angry Eagle motioned the rest of his warriors towards the other small cabins nearby.

They quickly made their way over in that direction, and started firing arrows that also had fire coming from their tips like Angry Eagles first volley of arrows at Kylene’s cabin.

They ran over to the cabins as the fiery arrows landed at their targets, and burst through the doors with their hatchets and knives swinging wildly as they let out their war cries.

The very last cabin that was attacked, had a little advance notice of what was happening, because of the noises of the screaming, terrified, and dying people, and the high pitched sound of the frightening war cries of the attacking Indians.

There were four people in this cabin, a pair of teenage brothers, their mother, and old man Wadsworth quietly sitting in a corner by himself.

One of the two young men ran quickly over to the fire place and grabbed a twelve shot 44. Caliber Henry lever action rifle just above the mantle, and his brother grabbed a twelve gauge shotgun that was beside the front door. Both young men knew how to use these guns very well.

With a feeling of total horror, the brother’s could see out of the cabin window a very ugly reality…a living nightmare.

They could see that all of the other cabins were blazing with bright crimson orange flames…like the fires of Hell itself, and with shocking disbelief they could also see that there were two Indians quickly approaching their cabin!! One young man, with a calm beyond his youthful years, took careful aim, and bracing his left elbow on the mantle of the porch window for steady support, fired a rapid succession of six quick shots with the powerful 44. Caliber Henry.

One of the Indians was struck with a fatal volley of deadly lead that entered the area’s of his chest, and face.

This Indian went down and his body skidded on the ground face first, and was quickly dead to the mortal world.

The other Indian kept his charge going, still coming towards the cabin.

This Indian had a bow string pulled back in a full arch with an arrow on fire at the tip.

Just as he let the flaming arrow fly from his bow, the other young man inside of the cabin blasted a volley of deadly lead pellets from the twelve gauge shotgun.

The Indian was struck with a large pattern of these hot pellets almost entirely in his neck area.

The Indian’s back arched backwards with a sudden jolt from the impact of the deadly shot from the shotgun.

He fell to the ground, and just as the other Indian that had been running with him, died quickly as well.

Unfortunately though, the arrow from his bow was shot just as he had received the volley of deadly lead, it could not be stopped.

The flaming arrow flew in a perfect arc towards the roof top of the small cabin and imbedded it’s tip into the wooden planks next to the chimney stack.

The flames from the arrow quickly spread across the cabin roof top, and caused the inside of the cabin to start filling up with deadly smoke that was totally impossible to inhale into their lungs without having the feeling of their inner bodies burning from the inside out.

The young men took their mother and old man Wadsworth out of the backside of the cabin towards a corral where they had their horses.

The horses were also scared of the fire that now had their cabin very much ablaze, and engulfing their Home sweet home.

The terrified horses were running frantically back and forth inside of the corral in a wild panic.

They kept bumping into each other, and changing directions as they cried out in their horse language that could almost be understood as Let us out!!

Of course, only the poor terrified horses knew for sure exactly what their vocal sounds really meant, but never the less, it was still a frightful scene to be observed under the circumstances.

One young man stood at the watch near the corral gate with the 44. Caliber Henry as his brother tried to get at least two of the frightened horses ready to ride.

As this was happening, Angry Eagle and the rest of his warriors, had just finished slaughtering all of the rest of the innocent, unsuspecting white settlers, and started to make their way to the last cabin to finish their deadly assaults on the only remaining people of Wadsworth Flats.

They stopped momentarily to see two of their fellow warriors of their war party laying dead upon the ground.

After seeing this, Angry Eagle motioned his warriors to split-up, and continue the advance towards the last cabin that was now crumbling under the weight of burning timber.

One of the horses inside of the corral was now ready to ride, and the other horse was just moments from being ready for riding as well.

Old man Wadsworth hollered at the young men to leave him alone and to try to make their escapes on the horses with their mother.

The mother cried in terror, and pulled on the stubborn old man’s arms as the corral gate was opened by one of the young men.

The old man yanked his arm from the worried and frantic mother and purposely fell backwards to the ground and went into a sitting position.

He stubbornly sat there on the ground to await the fate that would be brought upon him by the fast approaching Indians.

Angry Eagle and his warriors were now rounding the corners of both sides of the now unrecognizable cabin, and heading in the direction of the corral. The young man with the Henry, shot several quick shots, but this time, none of the bullets that were fired struck any of the approaching Indians.

The mother cried out anxiously to her boys, to get on the horses, and to ride away without her.

The young man who had just fired the Henry refused to honor these urgent wishes from his panicked mother.

He stood his ground firmly, and bravely, to protect his much loved mother.

He cocked the rifle once more with the rifle’s lever and just as he did this, an arrow struck him in the center of his chest.

The young man dropped to his knees in horror and amazement that he was actually shot with an arrow from one of the Indians.

He looked at his mother and gasped for air as blood came flowing out of his mouth, from the wound to his chest.

Upon seeing this, his mother screamed a very loud ear pitching yell of horror, and quickly went to her son at his side and held him.

She also yelled at her other son to straddle a horse and leave.

The young man hesitated for a moment before abiding by his mother’s demand and climbed aboard a horse.

Once he was on the horse, he looked back one more time at his mother with tears of fright and sorrow now flowing from his eyes and streaming down his cheeks on his face and hollered: I love you mother!!

After saying this last statement to his mother, he slapped the horse in it’s hind quarters sharply, and left the confines of the corral.

All of the other horse’s inside of the corral emptied out as well and started to run blindly in different directions.

The young man crouched down low on the horse and galloped away from the small frontier settlement into the darkness of the desert night.

Angry Eagle, and his warriors fired several arrows towards him and the horse, but luckily, for the moment, none of the arrows were able to strike either him or the now fast galloping horse.

The arrows landed harmlessly several feet from their intended targets.

Angry Eagle came over to the screaming and crying mother and stood before her with a wild eyed, sadistic look upon his face.

He turned his head slowly from side to side, raised his hatchet up high above his head, and swung in a downward motion with extreme force towards the helpless woman’s head.

The hatchet head struck the top of her skull and split it wide open.

The relative ease in which Angry Eagle split open the woman’s skull, was comparable to a small wooden log being cut apart by a woodcutter, to be used as firewood.

She was dead in the same amount of time it takes to blink an eye.

Two other warriors came over to where the bleeding young man lay alongside his now dead mother.

One warrior reached down, with no hesitation, and sliced the young man’s throat open savagely.

The other warrior went over to old man Wadsworth and finished him off quickly with a hatchet to the neck area with such force that the head was decapitated from the body torso and fell to the ground with a soft dull thud.

The old timer never felt anything, as his long life abruptly came to an end. Angry Eagle and his murderous band of warriors ran towards the river area where they had their ponies tied to some tree’s.

As they arrived at the area near their ponies, Angry Eagle told two of the warrior’s to get on their ponies, and track down the young white man that had escaped.

The two warrior’s quickly mounted their ponies and rode away at a blistering pace, and headed in the same direction where the young man had rode.

The young man was riding his horse desperately as fast as the poor animal could gallop.

The name of this terrified young man was: Dean Anthony.

Dean rode