With yelps of triumph, the two surviving Comanches appeared on opposite sides of the staggering figure as Savage burst from the trees.
He was so dazed he was unaware that the riders had been able to accurately trace his progress through the woods.
He waited for the bullets to hit, but the Comanches weren't shooting. Instead they came charging down on him, screaming and brandishing their rifles, and an even more fearful thought than that of death hit him hard.
They wanted to take him alive!
And that would be worse than any death known to man.