We were the only two survivors left inside the fortress. Our attackers had retreated, but we knew they'd be back with re-enforcements. I stared at the wise old Indian as he knelt down, put his ear to the ground and listened.
"50 Cowboys. On horseback. Carrying riffles"
"Goodie"
"50 Cowboys. On horseback. Carrying bow and arrows"
"Double goodie"
He continued "100 Cowboys. On foot. Carrying pistols"
"How on earth can you tell all that just by putting your ear to the ground?"
He looked up slowly and said
"What are you on about? I can see under the fence!!"
"50 Cowboys. On horseback. Carrying riffles"
"Goodie"
"50 Cowboys. On horseback. Carrying bow and arrows"
"Double goodie"
He continued "100 Cowboys. On foot. Carrying pistols"
"How on earth can you tell all that just by putting your ear to the ground?"
He looked up slowly and said
"What are you on about? I can see under the fence!!"
