"Who'd have thought the Sioux would be this far east ?" He circled his horse out across the valley, riding with his head bent down.

"Four days ago at least," he said, "and a bunch of fifty or more of them.

Come on, men." We rode up to the station, guessing what we would see.

The buildings lay waste and white in ashes.

The front of the dugout was torn down, the wood of its doors and windows burned.