After we had satisfied our hunger with a slice of Antelope broiled over the fire and some bread and a cup of coffee, Capt.  McKee said to me, “Let us look around and see how many dead Indians we can find.”

We struck out together, and we counted thirty-eight, and not one of them had got ten feet from where he had slept, and all their blankets lay just as they had crawled out of them.

I said at the time, and I think now, that that was the most accurate shooting and with the least excitement of any Indian fight I was ever in.  It seemed as if every man was as cool as if he was shooting at prairie dogs, and every shot hit the mark.  We did not touch the dead Indians but left them as a warning to others who might come that way.  We next looked after the stock.  By examining the horses, we found that they tallied with the number of Indians, for every horse that belonged to the Indians had a hair rope around his neck, which was a custom followed by all the Western Indians at that time, as by marking a half hitch around the horse’s nose he made a bridle of it.

We found twenty-two horses and thirty-two head of cattle that the Indians had stolen from the white settlers.  Capt.  McKee looked the horses over that had belonged to the Indians and said, “Those are the most valuable horses that I ever saw in the possession of the Indians.  They are all good stock, and we will get a good price for them if we take them to Fort Worth, for good horses bring good money there.”

When we returned to camp, we saw that two of the young men had their horses saddled.  The Capt. asked them where they were going.  One of them answered that, as they did not earn any of the honor that morning in killing Indians, they would try to kill some deer for supper, as they knew they would enjoy a piece of good, fat venison and thought the others would, and they believed there was plenty of deer all around there.

Capt.  McKee and I spread our blankets and laid down to try and make up for some of the sleep we had lost while in pursuit of the Indians.

About three o’clock one of the boys came and woke us up, saying they had some fine venison all cooked and ready for supper, and that was one of the times that I enjoyed a venison roast.  It was as fat and tender as a young chicken.

The next morning we pulled out of there bright and early, and it took us two days to make it back to the settlement that the Indians had robbed and in whose behalf Capt.  McKee and I had gone out to punish the thieves, with what success the reader already knows.

As soon as we landed, we sent word to all that had been robbed to come and get their stock.  Each owner came and claimed what belonged to him, and when all had taken what they said belonged to them, there were still four horses left unclaimed.  These horses we never found an owner for, so we kept them ourselves.  The settlers whose property we had returned to them now met and came to find out how