Early that morning, the wagon-master of the train came into the post greatly excited,
and reported that the dead body of a man and horse had been found in the road about six miles from the post.
A company of infantry was immediately ordered out,
and proceeding to the spot found the body of Sam Cherry,
pinned fast to the ground by the dead body of his horse.
The search was continued, and in the lateral canyon were found the bodies of Sargent Love and the three privates loaded with bullets,
mutilated and disfigured, but giving every evidence of having sold their lives as great men should.
Trails were examined and the whole story worked out.
The party traveled along the road nearly to the entrance of the canyon of the Limpia, known as the "Wild Rose Pass,"
when suddenly about thirty mounted Indians dashed from the bushes along the stream,
cutting it off from retreat towards the Fort, and driving it up the lateral canyon.
Suspecting a trap, Sam Cherry suddenly turned, dashed through the line of Indians,
regained the road, and ran for life, away from the Fort, followed by a number of yelling savages.
He was evidently doing well, when his horse stumbled and fell, breaking his neck, and pinning Sam's leg to the ground.
In an instant he was surrounded by the exultant Indians.
Raising himself slightly, Sam fired five shots at his enemies,
then turning the muzzle against his own temple, he escaped the tortures of their vindictive rage by his "last shot."
The baffled and terrified Indians went away as fast as their ponies could carry them, not touching the body, not even taking the arms.
Such is the way out in the west.
People die by extreme barbaric ways.
But we're taking their land, and in return they take our viscera and spread it across the desert plains.