Welcome to Season 6 of the new history of Old Texas, a man for Texas. I'm Brandon Seal.

Tries rang out in the night as 300 horses came stampeding through their camp.

Lipan Apaches, the Techano guide explained to the startled French scientist,

before turning to

their Comanche companions to coordinate a defensive perimeter. The Tejano punctuated his fluent

Comanche with the hand gestures that accompanied the plainsman's speech. And though no attack came

that night, the Frenchman's heart was still racing the next day when the combined expedition

of scientists, Mexican

dragoons, and Comanches picked up the trail of the bison they were really after.

As they followed it north that day toward the Waterlupi River, the Tejano led the party in

tracking and killing a bear, a deer, and just as light was fading, to bison.

The next day, a party came upon the trail of a wolf, an increasingly

rare sighting in these days, but even rarer because this wolf was completely white. It was an

animal of unspeakable sacredness, and it must be symbolic of something, but neither the Frenchman

nor the Tejano felt qualified to interpret it. It was also just the kind of thing that seemed to happen, the Frenchman nor the Tejano felt qualified to interpret it.

It was also just the kind of thing that seemed to happen, the Frenchman had come to appreciate,

when you were around José Francisco Ruiz.

The French scientist had spent the better part of a year now with Ruiz, the Tejano guide for this expedition,

and yet he never ceased to be amazed by him.

Ruiz was comfortable, it seemed, in every corner of this uncomfortable land.

In addition to Comanche, he spoke passable English, Lipan, and even bits of Cherokee.

He could tell the difference between bison and cattle tracks, even on the rockiest terrain,

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