Way Down South, Almost
Copyright© 2014 by Pappy
Chapter 13
What is it about these girls? Now I was getting a might concerned. Not so much about them Comanche, but now Miss Sarah was leading Riga out from the corral. I got concerned when Riga almost sank to the ground. My Princess just calmly stood on his bended knee and scooted up with him. No saddle, no blanket, nothing but that lead rope. Her new escort, Rex and company, took them right out front of the house where seven of the Comanche had pulled up ahead of the rest. Ma had tossed up the Long Rifle I had given her to Soaring Eagle. She held it in her left hand, straight up like a lance. On it was the Eagle feather Crazy Horse had given her that must have them looking at her. We, we men had to walk up some. No one but Miss Sarah and me could ride Riga ... right? Except ... Soaring Eagle was tall enough to only maybe reach his neck, but astride him she looked like a giant.
I don’t know if it was Riga, the Princess, Rex and his troop, the War Bonnet she wore or what ... maybe it was all of that ... but whatever it was, it was enough to sure set back those Comanche. Whatever they had come to palaver over was no longer important. When they saw a Kiowa Ghost Warrior, a Sioux warrior, and a White all moving towards them, those braves must have slid to the ground like them horses threw ‘em. Then she spoke.
She started slow and soft, then as each few seconds passed what she was saying got faster, louder and ended up sounding like a command. I had not heard that voice since that ‘Dust off’. She rode back to us. Riga again went to the ground and Princess was already sliding off to the side.
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