Where the Dust Settles: Paiute-Shoshone Against the Pony Express

Previously

…He carried a crumpled piece of paper, a hastily scrawled message from a scout. Walker snatched it, his eyes devouring the words. A glint, sharp and predatory, entered his gaze. Intelligence suggested a gathering. A secret council of Paiute and Shoshone leaders, a rare convergence of tribal minds, was rumored to be taking place deep in a hidden canyon. A perfect opportunity. A single, decisive blow. "Assemble the teams," Walker commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "All available riders, all trackers. We converge on the canyon. We will end this. Tonight, we decapitate the serpent." The hunt was about to become a massacre.