War Party Author:Louis L'Amour Ches took off his riding boots. His knife gripped low in his hand, he looked at the big warrior. "I promise you nothing," Cochise said, "but an honorable death." — The Apache closed swiftly, thrusting wickedly with the knife. Ches turned his hip sharply, and the blade slid past him. He struck swiftly and the blade cut a deep gash in the warri... more »or's left armpit.
The Indian sprang again, like a clawing cat, streaming blood. Ches moved aside, but a backhand sweep nicked him and he felt the sharp bite of the blade.
He had had no water in hours. His lips were cracked. Yet he sweated now, and the salt of it stung his eyes. He stared into the malevolent black eyes of the Apache, then moved to meet him.