Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Sheen]
Mrs. Treadwell continued, “My father took part in many Indian fights. He said that one tribe or another, they were all the same to him and they would surely get his scalp if he didn't get them first.
“One day in the spring as my father and two other men were riding into camp, toward dark, they saw signs of Indians having recently passed. They had not appeared to have paid any attention to the cowboys but were headed for the small home of a settler who had moved in with his wife and children.
“My father told: 'I knew they were up to some devilment. We headed for the little house and slipped around in the brush. There were those Indians sure enough waiting until it got a little darker. Two of us stayed to be of what help we could and the other rode for the camp to bring the other boys. From our hiding place in a thicket we could see the Indians leave their horses and slip up to the house. Everything was quiet in the house but we could see the light shining out. We knew the poor fellow in the house had little chance of defending his home. My companion and I waited as long as we possibly could for the other boys, then we let the Indians have it with our rifles. Were those braves surprised? Before they could recover, the boys from the camp