Unable to get a clear shot of the riders, Cole put two well-placed bullets a couple of paces in front of the lead horse. Its knees buckled as the animal attempted to wheel away, sending the warrior on its back through the air. Cole shot him in mid-flight. All around, panic ensued, with horses screaming and riders struggling to pull themselves out of range. It was a mad, suicidal scene, the men incensed with the loss of their compatriots, unable to react quickly or sensibly enough. Cole dropped a second with two shots into the chest, then scrambled down from his perch, eyes locked on the third assailant stumbling in his desperation to escape.
Throwing out his arms in a flapping motion, the horses, already well spooked, broke and ran, leaving nothing but the dust in their wake, and the last
