Doomsday Creek — Clifton Adams

Any time Casey came near the Comanches he knew he could expect an arrow through the throat. Now he had a choice - turn back and be branded a coward, or go on and risk a Comanche death... The kill glitter in the Comanche's eyes became blank dismay, and he found himself rushing into the white man's blade. The Comanche howled his rage as steely death bit his heart.