"There they came, forty Comanches, all whooping and hollering, lances raised, a frightening spectacle indeed. Forgetting for the moment that she must guard what she said, she cried, "They attacking. He promised." "Then what the hell they doin'? Get outa my way!" Henry shoved her aside and resighted his rifle. "He promised? She's touched, Rachel! They messed her up in the head, keepin' her all this time." Loretta ran for the door. "He isn't attacking! I he isn't. Please, don't shoot!" The bar stuck as she tried to lift it. Her heart began to slam as she wrestled with it. A vision of Hunter lying dead in the yard flashed through her head. This was exactly what she had dreaded might happen, what she'd tried to explain to him last night. "Please, Uncle Henry--he promised me. And he wouldn't make a lie of it, he wouldn't, I know he wouldn't!" The bar finally came free. "Don't shoot him, don't!" Throwing the door wide, Loretta ran out onto the porch. The Comanches were circling the house. She ran to the end of the porch and saw a lance embedded in the dirt fifteen feet away. , hello, my friend. Her knees went weak with relief. "Uncle Henry," she cried over her shoulder, "they're marking the property. Protecting us! Don't shoot or you'll cause a bloodbath for sure!" She ran to the window and peered in the crack at her uncle. "Did you hear me? If they were wanting to murder somebody, I'd be dead." She turned back to watch as the Comanches widened their circle to mark the outer perimeters of Henry's land. Tears stung her eyes. Hunter was leaving a message to every Indian in the whole territory: those at this farm were not to be attacked. Within minutes the braves had driven all forty willow lances into the dirt and ridden to the crest of the hill. Loretta shaded her brow, trying to find Hunter in the swarm. Recognizing him from the rest at this distance was impossible. Then they disappeared over the rise. Loretta stared at the empty knoll, her chest aching, her knees still shaking. "Good-bye, my friend," she whispered. As if he had heard her, Hunter reappeared alone on the rise. Bringing his stallion to a halt, he straightened and lifted his head, forming a dark silhouette, his quiver and arrows jutting up above his shoulder, his shield braced on his thigh, his long hair drifting in the wind. Forgetting all about her family watching her, Loretta stumbled down the steps and out into the yard to be sure Hunter could see her. Then she waved. In answer, he raised his right arm high in a salute. He remained there for several seconds, and she stood rooted, memorizing how he looked. When he wheeled his horse and disappeared, she stared after him for a long while. "