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part of valor. It was my brother and I whom they had seen and mistaken
for Indians.

A few days after this event I had a similar scare of my own and after
it was over I could sympathize with the poor, frightened freighters. I
was alone at the ranch house packing up and preparing to leave for
home. While thus occupied I chanced to go to the open door and looking
out, to my dismay, I saw Indians. "My heart jumped into my mouth" and
for a moment I felt that my time had surely come. Two men were seen
riding horseback over the foot hills followed by a pack animal. As I
stood watching them and took time to think, it occurred to me that I
might be mistaken, and that the men were not Indians after all. As
they drew nearer I saw that they were dressed like white men and,
therefore, could not be Indians; but my scare while it lasted was
painfully real. The men proved to be two neighboring ranchmen who were
out looking for lost cattle.

In this raid, the Apaches, after leaving their reservation in the White
mountains, traveled south along the Arizona and New Mexico line,
killing people as they went, until they reached Stein's Pass. From
there they turned west, crossed the San Simon valley and disappeared in
the Chiricahua mountains. When next seen they had crossed over the
mountains and attacked Riggs' ranch in Pinery canon, where they wounded
a woman, but were driven off.

The next place that they visited was the Sulphur Spring ranch of the
Chiricahua Cattle Company, where they stole a bunch of horses. The
cowboys at the ranch had received warning that there were Indians about
and had brought in the horse herd from the range and locked them in the
corral. The Apaches came in the night and with their usual adroitness
and cunning stole the corral empty. The first intimation which the
inmates had that the ranch had been robbed was when the cowboys went in
the morning to get their horses they found them gone.

From the Sulphur Spring ranch they crossed the Sulphur Spring valley in
the direction of Cochise's stronghold in the Dragoon mountains. Before
reaching the mountains they passed Mike Noonan's ranch where they shot
its owner, who was a lone rancher and had lived alone in the valley
many years. He was found dead in his door yard with a bullet hole in
the back of his head. He evidently did not know that the Indians were
near and was seemingly unconscious of any danger when he was killed.

The Indians were