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

Previously

…He held out a crumpled dispatch, his hand trembling. “Walker… he knows,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “He’s sending… an army. Not riders. Soldiers. With guns… and fire.” The wind seemed to hold its breath. The victory, so hard-won, hung precariously in the balance. The reckoning had begun, but it was not the reckoning they had imagined. It was a reckoning that promised to consume everything.