Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Joe C. Woody]
“That was the main trouble. The cow pokes didn't have anything but pistols to shoot with, while the Indians were above them, and had the advantage of the canyon's rim to hide them. They never did find out how many Indians there were, but since he'd been in Indian fights before, and everytime the fight lasted anytime, always before, the Indians high tailed it home. All during the fight, he'd hear a certain 'thump!', which indicated that a shot had struck another unfortunate cow poke. The fight lasted all evening, beginning along about noon. It looked like the Indians were going to kill all the cow pokes, so a talk was had.
“Finally, it was decided to let some man volunteer to go for help. Since this was almost certain death to leave the party, it had to be a volunteer. Uncle Joe volunteered, and left. When he left, he had six or seven bullets already in him, and one of them almost made him lose his leg. One of the hosses had gotten away from his rider, but hadn't run off. Instead, he was about 200 yards from the ambush, behind some big boulders. Uncle Joe had watched the hoss all afternoon, with the idea that they might have to use it. When he left the party, he crawled down the canyon, keeping in to the walls as close as he could. He finally made it, got on the hoss, and zig zagged a way back