“Well, Sam,” he said, “you get to earn your pay as a Indian scout.”
He and Sam rode out to meet the braves. They exchanged greetings. One or two of their company spoke rudimentary English and a dialect close to that of Sam’s people. To his relief, he was able to communicate with them fairly easily. Things were going well until a loud voice came from behind. He and Garrett turned to see Reverend Rayburn striding toward them, holding his Bible aloft.
“Repent and turn from your heathen ways! Embrace the Lord and be saved.”
“God damn fool,” Garrett intoned.