Trail Through Danger

“How come they don’t get on back here?” Elaphelet Birdwell asked himself. “They been gone long enough to find forty-leven trails by now.” It wasn’t right for them to take off and leave an eleven-year-old boy all alone with the old man and the loaded pack horses while they tramped through the woods hunting a way down off this mountaintop. Somebody should have stayed to keep him company, one of the hunters with his rifle. This was Injun country, if it was anybody’s. Whoever the redskins found here, they weren’t going to feel kindly toward….