DRUMS ALONG THE BORDER

Tye led the soldiers away from camp to a spot about thirty yards away next to a ravine. Low clouds blocked what little light would have been provided by the moon and stars. The darkness would make it perfect for the Apaches to move in close to the soldier’s camp. Tye and the men lay hidden in the sage waiting for the attack they were sure was coming. Each man waited in silence lost in his own thoughts…waiting for hell to come their way.