... They woke for a day of
slaughter, the results being heavy fur robes and Buffalo tongues for the
market. But all that ran through their minds were dollars signs
and a good time at the bawdy houses and saloons when done.
It was a cool late
fall out on the prairie, a fickle time of the year when a storm could
come out of nowhere and buried them in snow. But it was the best
time to get the robes.
Scouting had been done
the afternoon before, and they knew that money on the hoof was going to
be theirs soon. But before they could finish hooking up the team
and saddling their mounts, a ground shaking rumble progressed and
progressed, someone yelled "STAMPEDE!"
And in the rush, two men
and a team of horses are racing for their lives. The large brown
woolies grunting and crowding around them, and there was no end in
sight. The driver of the team in an angry rage, is trying to
control the team and find a arroyo to get the team into and away from
the Buffalo.
He is unaware of the wheel
because of all the noise and his partner is in shock. He sees the
wheel and knows what is going to happen next. He is grabbing on to
anything that he feels will help him through this.
The sun rises on this
river of brown and dust and terror. Their ride is ending soon in
devastation. This is "The Ride They Deserve."
