The Spirit of Iron Eyes

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Author: Rory Black
Tags: bounty hunter, wild west, old west, rory black, iron eyes, gunslingers
through the clouds of
swirling dust.
    ‘ Stop
shooting, my brothers. Listen!’
    The sound of the fleeing bounty
hunter ’s
mount filled all their ears as the Apache braves stopped their
ponies next to the outlaw and their chief.
    Slowly the dust drifted away from what
remained of the painted warriors. The bodies of their less
fortunate brothers soon became hideously evident on the
blood-covered sand.
    It was Conchowata who was first to spot
their fleeing foe racing across the arid prairie atop the fresh
mount. He raised his rifle and pointed at him through the dust.
    ‘ There!’ Conchowata cried out. ‘Iron Eyes has
escaped!’
    ‘ Let’s
get him!’ Diamond Back yelled out.
    The Apache braves kicked the sides of their
mounts and drove on after the dust of the bounty hunter.
    Iron Eyes had managed to put a quarter of a
mile between himself and the Apaches when he heard the screams
starting once again behind him.
    His eyes narrowed as he stared
at the sand- colored rocks before him. They were at least fifty feet
high and seemed to go on forever in both directions. As he drove
the terrified pony towards the ridge, he began to see the cave
half-way up more clearly.
    Iron Eyes gritted his teeth and
clung to the crude reins, a single strip of rope which was looped
around the pony ’s head and through its open mouth.
    ‘ C’mon, horse!’ the bounty hunter yelled at the small pinto.
The terrified animal responded and increased its pace. Faster and
faster the pony raced across the prairie until Iron Eyes began to
realize that there was no safe trail through the high wall of
sand-colored rocks.
    Looking over his shoulder, he could see that
the Apaches were not going to quit. They wanted his scalp on a war
lance. He looked up at the blazing sun and knew that there was less
than an hour of daylight left before darkness came.
    He spurred again.
    Could he survive for another hour?
    The thought haunted him. He had never before
faced so many enemies at once. But it was not the sheer volume of
Apache braves which troubled the bounty hunter, it was whether he
had enough ammunition to hold them off until sunset.
    The Apaches whom he had met in the past
would not usually fight during the hours of darkness for fear of
upsetting their gods. He wondered if these Apaches were the same.
Would sunset bring him salvation?
    Somehow, he doubted it.
    When Iron Eyes reached the foot
of the ridge he pulled back on the rope and the
mount ’s mane
and stopped the terrified animal. He threw his right leg over its
neck and slid on to the sand.
    He glanced up at the cave and then back at
the eighty or so Indians who were still baying for his blood.
Gripping the saddle horn with his left hand, Iron Eyes steadied
himself and tried to get his breath back. He watched the charging
Apaches coming through the heat haze.
    ‘ Damn
Apaches! Ain’t they ever gonna quit?’ He tried to spit but there
was no moisture left in his entire body. For the first time he
noticed the large half-full water bag hanging around the pony’s
neck. Iron Eyes used his knife to cut the rawhide strap and rested
the bag on his broad bony left shoulder.
    Its cool contents soothed his throat as his
cold eyes darted between the approaching warriors and the high
sandy ridge.
    ‘ Looks
like I ain’t got no place to go except up,’ Iron Eyes drawled.
‘This is turning out to be one real bad day.’
    The sound of rifles being fired started
again. The tall man snarled at the unholy vision which was heading
through the swirling hot air towards him. He had managed to defy
the odds so far but now there was nowhere left to ride.
    Iron Eyes knew that the pinto was now
useless.
    He pushed the pony away and
watched as it ran off across the prairie. It had served its purpose
and was now
grateful to be away from the vicious spurs of the merciless bounty
hunter.
    Iron Eyes turned and looked at the ridge of
solid rock that loomed over him. He knew that it would not be easy
reaching the cave,
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