The Wolfers — episode #33
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.
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
“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 girl?”
SMACK! “Answer me,” Jason demanded.
“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 man answered.
SMACK! “Did you?” Jason asked through clinched
“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
“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 away.”
“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 behind him.
“They will kill you,” White Fawn warned.
“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 Fawn feared.
Jason kneeled in front of her. “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 that far.”
“I am!” she declared as she stood up and glared at
Jason realized how important it was to her to get
back. “Alright, White Fawn. I’ll take you to your
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
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
“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 asked.
“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 them.
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 had fainted.
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 grabbed him.
“Just settle down before you get your head shot
off,” Clyde demanded. “We’ll get him.” Clyde had a
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
“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
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
The next morning,
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 feet.
“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
“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
“Does it have courage?” she asked.
“Maybe enough to bring two worlds together.” Jason
said goodbye to them and watched them leave.
*Thanks to Michelle Palmer for writing this episode!
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