The Comanche rode in a wide circle around the frightened, riderless horses and tossed Amy into the arms of a fellow Indian who waited in the ranks. The little girl's indignant screeching filled the air. Loretta lifted the Spencer carbine to her shoulder, leveling the sights on the Comanche as he circled back to her. The bells on his moccasins tinkled merrily with each movement of his horse.
"Let me go!" Amy screamed. "You stinkin' savage."
Loretta glanced toward the child. A young brave struggled to keep Amy atop his pony. He laughed uproariously when she tried to scratch him. The girl caught a handful of his black hair and pulled with all her might.
"
" the boy exclaimed. "She tries to take my scalp."
Whoops of laughter spiraled among the men.
"Let me go!" Amy screamed. "You stinkin' savage."
Loretta glanced toward the child. A young brave struggled to keep Amy atop his pony. He laughed uproariously when she tried to scratch him. The girl caught a handful of his black hair and pulled with all her might.
"
" the boy exclaimed. "She tries to take my scalp."
Whoops of laughter spiraled among the men.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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