Jason was riding through the
country one day when he came upon a disturbing sight. Two
people – a man and woman, were tied to pegs. The one laid right
across from each other as the sun burned down on them. Jason
immediately hurried forward
to help them. Seeing that the woman
was still alive, he cut her loose. As he was putting his knife
back in its pouch, the woman bolted up and bit his hand.
Gently, he assured her he wasn’t
going to hurt her, but she continued to struggle. Finally, she
weakened and settled down. Jason was puzzled. He lifted the
girl up into his arms and carried her under a nearby tree where
he preceded to put cold water on her face and help her drink.
He didn’t know it, but a cowboy
was watching up the hill.
“Who did this to you?” Jason
asked softly as he held her head up.
“Kilo’s dead,” the woman muttered
before laying down and passing out. As Jason went to make her
more comfortable, he turned to see the cowboy about to hit him
with the butt of his rifle. Jason dodged, then punched the
cowboy. He landed on the ground.
He lifted the man to his feet by
his shirt. “Who are you?” Jason demanded.
“Leave me alone!”
“What do you know about this
SMACK! “Answer me,” Jason
“You got no right to horn in,”
the man declared. “She belongs to me!” Jason asked what he
meant. “She’s my squaw!”
“Did you do this to her?”
“That ain’t your concern!” the
SMACK! “Did you?” Jason asked
through clinched teeth.
“We was learning her a lesson.”
Jason wanted to know who ‘we’ were. “My brothers and me.”
Jason wondered where his brothers were now. “You’ll find out
soon enough if I don’t come back with that squaw,” he answered
with an evil grin.
“Get over there,” Jason demanded
as he drew his gun and cocked it. “MOVE!”
That night, Jason had the woman
and man at a camp fire. He made her a warm drink and told her
to drink it. She asked him if he buried Kilo. He told her he
buried him out in the clearing. “Why do you risk your life for
me?” she suddenly asked.
“You needed help. I happened to
be the first one that came along.”
“Your kind does not help the
Indian,” the woman argued.
“That’s not true,” Jason assured
her softly. “And you are not an Indian.” She admitted that her
mother and father weren’t, but she’d always lived with the
Kiowa’s. “They call me White Fawn.” Jason asked her who Kilo
was. “He was my blood brother. Ten days ago, I was bathing in
the creek near my village. The wolfers came and carried me
“That one and two others,” White
Fawn nodded toward the man across the way. The man laughed at
her. “They trap wolves for other white men. They brought me
great shame.” Jason realized Kilo had come after her. “Last
night while they were asleep, he found me. We were almost away
and they wakened and saw us and…” She was becoming upset. Jason
stopped her, assuring he knew what happened.
As they talked, the captured
wolfer started easing away. He picked up a rock and hid it
“They will kill you,” White Fawn
“Try and get some rest,” Jason
urged her softly.
Jason stood and walked over to
the wolfer under the tree. “Your brothers are a long time
coming.” He assured Jason they’d be there. “Well good,” Jason
declared. “The Sheriff in Carson City will be glad to see all
three of ya.” Jason glared at him.
Later that night, the wolfer
worked on freeing the ropes on his hands as Jason napped under a
nearby tree. White Fawn laid next to him. The wolfer finally
got his hands free and untied his feet. He was happy, thinking
now he could make his escape as Jason slept on. He snuck over
to the horses and started away. The horse sneezed suddenly, and
Jason woke up. The wolfer took off on the horse. Jason shot,
but missed him.
“He will bring the others,” White
Jason kneeled in front
“White Fawn, are you well enough to ride?” She told him yes.
“It’ll be light soon. If we start now, we’ll get a good
start.” She wanted him to take her to her people, but Jason
thought it was too long a ride. “Garden City is closer. I can
find a doctor there.”
“No please! Take me to my home,”
White Fawn begged.
“You’re not strong enough to ride
“I am!” she declared as she stood
up and glared at him.
Jason realized how important it
was to her to get back. “Alright, White Fawn. I’ll take you to
The wolfer Jason had caught was
named Les. Les rode back to the camp and woke up his brothers,
Clyde and Jud. They were pretty out of it and it took some
doing to wake them up. He poured some cold coffee on Clyde.
That got him up, alright. He jumped up in surprise, drew his
gun, and turned around. “You darn fool kid!” He grumbled.
“You just bought yourself a fight.” He punched Les hard. Les
fell over Jud, who was mad that he woke him up and held him so
Clyde could slap him around. “You never come here in the middle
of the night rousting us out of bed.” Clyde said this during
slaps. “Now, say you’re sorry. Say it!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Les
cried. Then they noticed Les’s arm was injured. Clyde
demanded to know what happened to his arm.
“I could have been dead for all
you know! He shot me, that’s what happened,” Les answered. Les
wondered why they hadn’t come looking for him. Jud figured he
was honeymooning with his squaw.
“Where is she anyways?” Clyde
“He’s got her, and he’s mothering
her like an old hen,” Les answered. Clyde ordered Les to start
explaining plainer. “When I got back there, he’d done untied
her, and he won’t let her go.” Jud asked him if he’d told Jason
she was his squaw. “Yea I told him, but he don’t have no
respect for another man’s woman. You know what he was gonna
do? He was gonna take me in to see the Sheriff!”
“What kind of crazy animal is
he?” Clyde asked. Les said they needed to go looking for
Jason and White Fawn were
traveling. They came up on a cave, and Jason suggested they
stop and rest, but she begged him to go on. “You can’t keep
pushing yourself. We better stop while you have the chance,”
Jason suggested sternly.
Little did he
know the wolfers
were on a hill watching them. They watched as he led his horse
into the cave. Jason had fetched some water for her. He told
her to drink some while she could. The brothers were at the
mouth of the cave now. Clyde told Jud to get the horses out of
sight, then get up on the hill and cover them. He and Les would
go take them. “Don’t you be shootin’ my squaw, boy,” Les said.
Jason gave White Fawn the gun.
He had seen some fresh trees and wanted to scout around them for
fresh water. White Fan took the gun. He told her to use it if
she had to.
Jason cautiously started out of
the cave, looking around to make sure nobody was there.
Suddenly, a shot rang out. He stepped back behind the rock.
Jason shot Jud.
A shootout erupted. Jud cried
out for Clyde to help him. He’d been hit. Jason told White
Fawn to stay back while the shooting was going on. Clyde told
Les to keep shooting. He was going to fetch Jud. He was
successful and they went back behind the rock.
Jason ran out of bullets. He
went back into the cave and looked in his saddle bags. There
weren’t very man left. Jason went to check on White Fawn. She
Clyde announced Jud was dead.
“That no good blood-sucking coyote!” Les declared. “First he
takes my squaw, and then he kinks my arm, and now he kills my
brother. I figured he’s done lived long enough. I reckon it’s
time we go down there and get him!” He started to go, but Clyde
“Just settle down before you get
your head shot off,” Clyde demanded. “We’ll get him.” Clyde
had a plan.
White Fawn and Jason were hiding
out in the cave. “It shames me to be weak,” she said.
“After what you’ve been through?”
Jason questioned. “There’s no shame to faint.”
“I brought you great danger.”
“No you. The wolfers,” Jason
assured her with a smile.
“I did not know a white man could
be so brave. You are much like Young Hawk.” Jason wondered who
he was. She announced she was to be his wife.
It was night again. Clyde was
ready to make his move. He told Les to stay put and not make
any noise. Jason had left the cave in search of
more water for
White Fawn. He made it to a water hole.
Clyde saw him there
and came up to him. He fired, barely missing Jason.
Jason looked up as Clyde pointed
the rifle at him. “Just sit right there,” Clyde ordered. “You
killed my brother.” He walked toward Jason. Jason jumped up,
trying to grab his rifle, but Clyde punched him and knocked him
to the ground. Clyde pulled out his knife. “Now I’m going to
carve his initials on your hide.” Jason kicked him. They both
stood and started fighting. Clyde tried to get him with the
knife while Jason avoided it. Finally, Jason punched Clyde and
shoved him to the ground. Jason and Clyde struggled with the
knife. Jason finally managed to stab him.
Les made his way to the cave.
White Fawn heard someone and called out for Jason. Les smiled
at her. “He’s dead, honey. Clyde killed him.” He walked
toward her. White Fawn started backing away from him. Clyde
put his rifle down and asked her to put the gun down, but she
cocked it. “Don’t do that,” Les said softly. “It’s liable to
go off like that.” He smiled at her. “I’m gonna take you home
with me. I’m gonna be good to you, honey.”
BANG! She shot him. He fell to
the ground. Jason had been grabbing for the canteen when he
heard the shot. He raced for the cave. Entering, he found Les
dead. She told Jason she was okay. “He told me you were dead,”
she cried as she collapsed in his arms and cried.
The next morning, Jason found his
horse. While he had left to saddle his horse, an Indian cried
out and leapt out at him. Then another and another. He was
surrounded by Indians. White Fawn ran out, begging them to stop
as a knife was at his throat. Jason fought against the hand
that held the knife as White Fawn talked to the man in their
native tongue. She was obviously begging him. The Indian
ceased his fighting and straightened up. He helped Jason to his
“They found Kilo’s body. They
followed our tracks here,” White Fawn explained. “This is Young
Hawk. He will take me home now.”
Jason was a bit disappointed to
hear that. “I thought…after our talk, you’d be going back to
your own people.”
“Perhaps you are right. Perhaps
I should live in the world where I was born. She spoke to Young
Hawk in his native tongue. Then she turned back to Jason. “He
said I must do what is in my heart.
“What is in your heart?”
“I am what I have been for the
past fifteen years. I cannot change in one day,” she answered.
“Even for you who are wise. My heart draws me to Young Hawk.”
“Well, your heart is a lot wiser
than I am,” Jason stated.
“Does it have courage?” she
“Maybe enough to bring two worlds
together.” Jason said goodbye to them and watched them leave.