| Show Andy pressed his pounding head against the earth couldndo that as long as the man was alive Leave Anderson He Welcome night spread its blanket over the canyon at last its coolness bringinglittle relief It would afford Andychance to move out from under the overhang thus giving Anderson more room Andy could feel his tongue beginning to swell The dust the heat and high temperature had dehydrated his body Soon his 1ips would crack deeper and the exuding blood would dry on them Anderson was mumbling again He could make out one word water WHAT WAS THAT Andy held his breath It was the unmistakable sound of hooves against rock Now it came again faintly and came no more The Indians were out there watching waiting to drive him under the stuffy ledge again He lay with his burning face against the earth It didnmatter now did it No it didnmatter at all His head was throbbing again and he seemed to be slipping intostrange aberrant state distorted reflection on the past the confused and disorderly present and the very dead future Andy raised his head What was he doing here with the morning sun slanting down on his face The sun wasgood hour high its ray stabbing down through the oak forming dancing patterns on the ground and the rock wall He drewtrembling hand across his eyes Strange that he should be lying here in his pathetic state withhorse all saddled and bridled and tied to an oak less than twenty yeards away Andy held his throbbing head and tried to bring the past and present into focus Was it allhideous nightmare Perhaps That was surely his canteen with the ridiculous Indian face painted on the flat side hanging in the usual place MNo he remembered giving that canteen towounded Indian moaning sound coming from the overhang seemed to snap him back to reality Dear God he whispered The only audible sound as he staggered to his weak and trembling legs were the voice to canyon whisperings No gunfire from the sidehill no bantering mock him Andy wouldnhave been ashamed if the whole world run seconds had seen the tears coursing down his grimy face and Source Inspired Brochure later by his the 1965 fingers true story closed of on Little the He broke intostumbling cool Soldier canteen Moroni Black Hawk |
