Betrayal at Fort Garnett

A shot rang out across the scorching Arizona desert. Jeffrey Graves crouched behind the carcass of his mule, which shielded him from the Apache bullets. He pulled the lever on his carbine, and a cartridge slid into the chamber. The Apaches returned fire. He heard a bullet whistle past him. More dug into the horse's carcass he was hiding behind. For a full hour, he lay there under the merciless, hot sun, while the Apaches crept closer and closer…