DEATH AT NIGHT (Excerpt from The Long Hunt)
(excerpt from The Long Hunt) Rising Sun sat on a boulder overlooking the other warriors, nestled in camp far below him. It was a good place for the Comanche camp. Hidden, so no one would see them. He was proud of the young warriors to have chosen it as a campsite. They were concealed from all but the most persistent observers, though it irritated him they had built so large a fire. A fire so bright, the light of it could be seen through the brush from along the ridge. All white men were not so observant, Rising Sun knew. But some were. Tseena would have seen it, he knew. The Wolf would smell it from miles away. Men like the Wolf would be led to the flame, where the scent of cooking meat was carried on the wind across the deep canyon where Rising Sun and his warriors dwelt. Men like the Wolf could find his band of warriors and shoot them down with their repeating rifles and their pistols. Perhaps, Rising Sun thought, he should have killed the Wolf when he had had t...