Our seven horses made a great deal of noise slipping and sliding on the long incline, but we reached the floor of the little canyon without incident. As quietly as possible, we emerged from the close confines of the deep draw onto the trail pacing the south side of Trickling Water. Immediately, I spotted six cowboys stretched across the trail on both sides of the crick, all facing east. Bird and his cows were not yet in sight, but the sounds of their approach were plainly heard. Then one of our horses neighed, alerting the ambushers.
They whirled and opened fire just as Landreth bawled a warning to drop their weapons. One of his deputies and a warrior stumbled and fell. None of us paused a second beyond that. Within minutes, the two cowboys left standing dropped their rifles and raised hands above their heads. The sheriff and his remaining deputy rushed to truss up the prisoners while I turned to attend to the wounded.