It was in the summer of 1862 when Pa and older brothers John, Joe and Young were off to town that a small party of Indians decided to pay us a visit. This was not to make our acquaintance but to lift our hair.

I was just 8 years old and scared as all get out but I was also the oldest boy so I did as my Ma told me. We saw them Injuin’s coming and made it safely inside the house. Ma took one window and I took another. The yougin’s got down but were ready to load our rifles as needed.

It was on that day I killed my first man. I managed to wing another. It didn’t take them long to lose interest in us and move on but it seemed like forever.

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