If it's Indians, we'll head for Laramie and drive everything before us as we go.

But the lad may be wrong." He took the reins from Buddy, mounted, and rode away, his booted feet hanging far below Buddy's short stirrups.
Speedily he was back, and the scowl on his face told plainly enough that Buddy had not been mistaken.
"They're coming off the ridge already," he announced grimly.

"I heard their horses among the rocks up there.

They think to come down on us at sunrise.

There'll be too many for us to hold off, I'm thinking.