Siege At Baker Ranch, Part Iii

III. It was near midnight when they came again, four warriors armed all with flaming brands, Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep, and poured out bullets as the horses ran. He managed to shoot one off of his horse, but the trio screamed and charged in once more, Harold said”They’re fools to keep charging in!” But Myron though hard, and wasn’t so sure. He called for all to cease firing and listened close as if searching for proof, then he heard soft thumps coming from above, one of them had gotten up on the roof! The charging men had been a distraction, and Myron grabbed the shot-gun in a hurry, fearing that they would set the roof aflame, he opened fire with a hot fury. A hole was blasted where he shot the brave, the dead man rolled off and struck hard on the ground, the charging warriors roared in anger, so Harold shot another one of them down. The survivors fled back towards their camp, but no withdrawal did the Sioux men beat, instead they took turns sniping at their foes, to deny Myron and his family sleep. Come Morning Myron looked out and saw perched high sixteen warriors atop their steads, with lances and rifles and tomahawks preparing for the morning’s bloody deeds. But what chilled Myron’s soul more than anything was the small tree trunk that two riders held by the branches, to batter down the door, and visit upon them a living hell. The others let loose a barrage of shots, to try and suppress Myron waiting within, he fired endlessly took down two more, then leapt back as the riders bore down on him. The battering tree smashed right through the door, a slew of war-cries went up, loud and piercing the shot-gun blasted, two more warriors fell, the noise left all their heads and ears ringing. Harold went down from a shot to the chest, the doorway was a commotions of words, but standing there clutching his aching head was the muscled form of Diving Bird. Myron leapt forwards and drew his pistol, then jammed it straight into Diving Bird’s ear, Roared,”If you value your War-chief’s life, you will all stop, and ride straight out of here!” The Indians outside froze when they saw them, none understood the words that he did say except for an old man, missing an eye, who spurred forwards to attempt a parlay... CONCLUDES IN PART IV.