“So,” Kuruk said.
“So,” Nate replied.
“You are hard to kill, white-eye.”
“I wanted to be left in peace,” Nate said. “The blood that has been spilled is on your hands.”
“My uncle’s blood is on yours.” Then Kuruk did a strange thing; he sat back and lowered his bow. Before we do what we must, I would ask a question of you.”
“What?” Nate said suspiciously.
“The white cloud that kills. What is it? We were on the mountain to the south. We saw it cover Swift Owl and the whites and when it passed they were dead.”
“I don’t know what it was. It came from under the ground. To breathe it was to die.”
“When I tell my people they will be much amazed. But they know I always speak with a straight tongue.”
“You take a lot for granted.”
Kuruk smiled. “You would not say that if you knew me better. I plan all that I do.”
Nate wagged the Hawken. “Did you plan on this?”
“Yes, white-eye, I did.”
Nate knew then. He had been right about the third warrior circling around. Shifting, he glanced out of the corners of his eyes but didn’t see him.
Kuruk’s smile widened. “I climbed a tree. I saw you ride around the big rock. When your horse did not come out the other side I sent Wolf’s Claw on ahead.” He switched to Pawnee and called out and from the woods behind Nate came a reply.
Nate was upset with himself. He had been so sure he could outfox them, and they had outfoxed him.
“Wolf’s Claw has an arrow on you. If you try to shoot us he will put the arrow in your back.”
“You want me alive,” Nate said.
“I have always wanted you alive. The others who did not care as much, they only wanted you dead.”
The warrior with Kuruk said something and Kuruk replied in anger and gestured sharply. “Did you hear him? Even now Bull Charging wants Wolf’s Claw to kill you and have it done.” His face hardened and he raised his bow, but he didn’t draw back the string. “You will drop your rifle. You will hold your arms over your head while we take your pistols and your knife and tomahawk. You will do all this or you will die.”
“You aim to kill me anyway,” Nate said, and exploded into motion. He threw himself to the left and fired as he dived. An arrow flashed past, missing his shoulder by the width of a whang. He hit and saw Kuruk falling. Instantly, he grabbed for his pistols.
Bull Charging reined toward him and raised his lance. He hurled it just as Nate fired. The ball took the Pawnee high in the forehead and snapped his head back even as the lance thudded into the earth half an inch from Nate’s chest.
Moccasins padded behind him.
Nate rolled and extended his other flintlock, but Wolf’s Claw was already on him. A foot slammed his chin and a knee rammed his chest. Cold steel streaked in the sun. Nate jerked his neck aside and the blade sank into the dirt instead of his jugular. Thrusting the pistol against the warrior’s ribs, he stroked the trigger. At the blast Wolf’s Claw arched his back, clutched at the wound, and pitched over.
His jaw racked by pain, Nate rose to his knees. Both pistols and his rifle were spent. He reached for his powder horn and sensed rather than heard someone come up beside him. He tried to turn, but a blow to the temple felled him. Both flintlocks slipped from his grasp.
Kuruk reared over him. Kuruk’s shirt was marked with red. There was red on Kuruk’s tomahawk, too.
“I have you now, white-eye.”
Nate’s hand slipped under his buckskin shirt. He found his voice and said, “Your uncle.”
It gave Kuruk pause. “What?” His tomahawk was poised for a final slash. “What about him?”
“He didn’t leave me any choice, either.” Nate pointed the pocket pistol Maklin had given him. It barely filled his hand but it was .70 caliber. The ball blew out Kuruk’s right eye and much of the rear of his skull and Kuruk fell with a thump.
Nate slowly sat up. He touched the gash on his head. It wasn’t deep and it wasn’t bleeding much. He had been lucky. He would hurt for a while, but he would heal. Rising, he went about gathering their horses and then climbed on the bay.
He couldn’t wait to get home
Author’s Note
The entries in Nate King’s journal having to do with Second Eden is the only known account of the fate of Elder Arthur Lexington and his splinter group of Shakers.
Some historians have questioned its authenticity. No Valley of Skulls has ever been found, the Indian legends notwithstanding.
But the Yellowstone region is famed for its many geysers and hot springs, and geologists say the area is highly unstable. Volcanic gases have been well documented. As has the fact that volcanic gases can be highly toxic.
So is Nate King’s account true?
The author leaves it to the reader to decide.
The Wilderness Series:
#1: KING OF THE MOUNTAIN
#2: LURE OF THE WILD
#3: SAVAGE RENDEZVOUS
#4: BLOOD FURY
#5: TOMAHAWK REVENGE
#6: BLACK POWDER JUSTICE
#7: VENGEANCE TRAIL
#8: DEATH HUNT
#9: MOUNTAIN DEVIL HAWKEN FURY (GIANT EDITION)
#10: BLACKFOOT MASSACRE
#11: NORTHWEST PASSAGE
#12: APACHE BLOOD
#13: MOUNTAIN MANHUNT
#14: TENDERFOOT
#15: WINTERKILL
#16: BLOOD TRUCE
#17: TRAPPER’S BLOOD
#18: MOUNTAIN CAT
#19: IRON WARRIOR
#20: WOLF PACK
#21: BLACK POWDER
#22: TRAIL’S END
#23: THE LOST VALLEY
#24: MOUNTAIN MADNESS
#25: FRONTIER MAYHEM
#26: BLOOD FEUD
#27: GOLD RAGE
#28: THE QUEST
#29: MOUNTAIN NIGHTMARE
#30: SAVAGES
#31: BLOOD KIN
#32: THE WESTWARD TIDE
#33: FANG AND CLAW
#34: TRACKDOWN
#35: FRONTIER FURY
#36: THE TEMPEST
#37: PERILS OF THE WIND
#38: MOUNTAIN MAN
#39: FIREWATER
#40: SCAR
#41: BY DUTY BOUND
#42: FLAMES OF JUSTICE
#43: VENGEANCE
#44: SHADOW REALMS
#45: IN CRUEL CLUTCHES
#46: UNTAMED COUNTRY
#47: REAP THE WHIRLWIND
#48: LORD GRIZZLY
#49: WOLVERINE
#50: PEOPLE OF THE FOREST (GIANT EDITION)
#51: COMANCHE MOON
#52: GLACIER TERROR
#53: THE RISING STORM
#54: PURE OF HEART
#55: INTO THE UNKNOWN
#56: IN DARKEST DEPTHS
#57: FEAR WEAVER
#58: CRY FREEDOM
#59: ONLY THE STRONG
#60: THE OUTCAST
#61: THE SCALP HUNTERS
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