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Far up the valley I could see the Rees circling and reorganizing.
Out in front of our walls the grass was covered with dead and dying men, war shields, lances, blankets and wounded and dead horses.
The morning air was filled with the sweetish odor of new-spilled blood, the acrid stench of frightened horses, and the bitterness of burned powder.
A horse screamed as it twisted from side to side in a frenzy.
A rifle cracked ; ;
the square head fell over.
One of the warriors suddenly leaped to his feet and began running across the valley to the trees that lined the small creek.
His legs pumped furiously, his long black hair streamed out behind him.
There was a ragged volley.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
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