Mike Vendetti
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But in the blood and sweat of heroic men
The threatening flames of the windward side had sputtered out.
The little garrison was safe from one at least of its dread and merciless foes, though five of its best and bravest lay dead or dying, and others still sore stricken in the midst of the smoking grove.
Field, old boy, said Ray with brimming eyes as he knelt and clasped the hand of the bleeding lad.
While the Sioux fell back in wrath and dismay from the low aimed, vengeful fire of the fighting line.
This means the Medal of Honor for you, if word of mine can fetch it.
Section thirteen A Daughter of the Sioux This is a Libravox recording.
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For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox dot org Reading by Mike Vendetti Mike Vendetti dot com A Daughter of the Sioux by General Charles King.
Chapter thirteen Wounded Body and Soul
To say the Sioux were furious at the failure of their second attempt would be putting it far too mildly.
The fierce charge from the northward side was
made under cover of the blinding smoke, sent drifting by the gale across the level flats, had been pushed so close to the grove that two red braves and half a dozen ponies had met their death within sixty paces of the rifle pits.
There lay the bodies now, and the Indians dare not attempt to reach them.
The dread, wind driven flame of the prairie fire, planned by the Sioux to burn out the defense to serve as their ally had been turned to their grave detriment.
Ray and his devoted men had stopped the sweep of so much of the conflagration as threatened their little stronghold, but raging unhampered elsewhere the seething wall rolled on towards the east, spreading gradually towards its flanks, and so not only consuming vast acres of bunch grass, but checking the attack that should have been made from the entire southern half of the Indian circle.
Later.
Leaping the sandy stream bed a little to the west of the cottonwoods, it spread in wild career over a huge tract along the left bank, and now reuniting with the southern wing, some distance down the valley was roaring away to the bluffs of the mini posa.
Leaving death and desolation in its track.
Miles to the east, the war parties, from the reservation, riding to join Lame Wolf, sighted the black curtain of smoke, swift sailing over the prairie, and changed their course accordingly.
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