That crisp morning air always had a way of waking you with the promise of a better day. But, as the sun made it's half moon appearance against the horizon today I could see the black silhouettes rising out of the ground. Riding towards me with a fury and a gallop, maybe 15 or 20 horses. I quickly moved towards the end of the deck and grabbing the dinner bell I normally love to hear, and shouted "riders...riders from the east...hurry, hurry". The bunk house sprang to life, but not before my father had coming running out of the house pulling up his one boot and hopping on his other foot to keep his balance. I saw the Winchester in his hand and when he said "get in the house...now" in a cold and deliberate voice I knew it was serious. I ran back into the house almost tripping over my own feet as I entered . Finish this Page>>