Chapter 55: Confrontation

The sparse stars twinkled in the dawn's blue-gray sky, while a pale white mist swirled and spun over the Big Horn River.

Without the presence of humans, all this was but a typical early winter morning.

But beneath the tranquil scene lurked deadly intentions.

"Boat."

"Boat."

Sounds like the slap of a fish tail against the water echoed across the river's surface.

Shortly, the silhouette of a sheepskin raft emerged from the thick fog, then a second, and a third...

These sheepskin rafts were small, each capable of carrying only five or six people.

Among the five or six, two were sweating profusely as they paddled. The others, armed with horn bows, knelt still, daring not to move their lower bodies as they looked around.

Fear, excitement, and greed mingled on each person's face and in their eyes.