It looks quiet, but
don’t hang up your guns!
“Bolt the shutters across the window, Katie. Lennie, make sure all the guns are fully loaded.”
“Wh-what the hell—?” Cracknell sputtered.
“The range is crawling with Apache bucks, and I don’t figure they’re here for a prayer meetin’.”
“Indians? Here?” Cracknell gulped.
Katie hurried to the heavy shutters and closed them, fastening the big iron bolt. Bell adjusted the door, leaving just a thin slit so he could look out. Cracknell stood stock-still with his face the color of wet clay.
“The guns, Lennie!” Bell reminded him.
“How many Apache are there?” Cracknell whispered brokenly.
“I didn’t stop to count them.”