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

Previously

…The morning sun, a molten disc, burned away the last vestiges of night. It illuminated the scattered hay, the disturbed ground, the silent, undeniable message left at the doorstep of the Pony Express. Silas Walker, his face a mask of grim fury, surveyed the scene. His jaw tightened, his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, scanned the empty expanse. They did not know who had done this, but they would know. And when they found them, the response would be swift. And it would be absolute. The stone had been cast, and the ripples were already beginning to spread.