4/6/2023 0 Comments Ghost riders in the sky![]() We had dismantled many of our wagons to make defenses that we hoped could stop their tide, and tried to craft blackpowder out of whatever resources we still had, and yet that wasn’t enough. It's a miracle we came out of there alive, and I mean it literally. A few were on horseback, most on foot, there were some wearing white robes, as if dressing as ghosts to mock us. We saw many bonfires being lit in the distance, where we later learnt Pozo Blanco used to be, and from there the raiders came towards us. The Mormons finally fell on us in the dead of night. Most of us were too nervous or scared while waiting for the attack. It was All Hallow's Eve a few men prayed, told ghost stories or tried to cook for the celebrations. The attack didn't come, not in the morning nor during the afternoon, so we used this little time to rest. ![]() Surrender wasn't an option, the Mormons never took prisoners, so we could only hope for the best. Many had been injured in the previous day, water was low, the heat felt like being punched in the face, while the nightly winds cut like a knife. We were all well aware the 5th was going to be the last day of this skirmish, but few had the morale to still fight. In these 4 days we only managed to shoot down a single one of them. The first day we had the luck of only fighting two men, the second we found ourselves facing ten, on the third their dozen struck deep inside the defensive circle we had formed with our wagons, burning many of our supplies, and the fourth day, October 30th, their twenty raiders broke down most of the fortifications we had raised the previous days. Luckily no lives were lost that first day, but we knew we had to prepare for further fighting. None of us were aware of the fact, so when the first of their raiders came to attack our caravan in late October, we were barely able to repel them at great cost. ![]() The wagon train I had the misfortune of boarding wasn't led by the brightest of men, in trying to use a shortcut they led us directly into Mormon territory, at the southern border of Deseret, where a particularly militant sect had been recently settled. Gold had been discovered north of the Verde River, and I was one of many who thought it an opportunity to gain riches. ![]() Much attention has come to the town of Pozo Blanco as of late, over whatever happened in it, but I was there when it disappeared. Told by John Williams, before entering into a brawl with another customer Collection of drunken stories from the Saloon of the Watchful Eye, Phoenix. ![]()
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