This is the way I heard it.

The shooting occurred on the property of a man named Bill King, who made his home on

the outskirts of a little village.

Like the gunfight at the Ok Keral, the King's shooting would do much to romanticize the

West.

And yet, we know very little about the men who were shot on that fateful day, including

the Indian who entered Bill King's property, covered in war paint, and looking like trouble.

Bill King could have shot the Indian right then and there.

It was his right to do so, and no one in those days would have batted an eye.

Along with the war paint and to fear some countenance, the Indian also wore a headdress filled

with eagle feathers, each one representing an active bravery on the field of battle.

The Bill King didn't shoot the Indian that entered his property.

He simply watched him from a safe distance and waited to see what might happen next.

Well, he didn't have to wait long.

A man called Hodo arrived shortly after the Indian.

Hodo was a laborer who worked in the nearby village and a familiar face to Bill King.

So too were the men who followed Hodo, a soldier called Briley, and a man in black called

Hughes.

Bill King knew all about these men, and so he was not terribly surprised when Hodo, Briley,

and Hughes surrounded the Indian.

He may have been surprised, however, when the Indian started dancing.

Was it a war dance?

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