Gatling gun that could fire 400-500 rounds of 45-70 cartridges per minute.

We rode with the army column for about two hours until the captain and his troopers turned south. We continued on west and about forty-five minutes later, we came to the arroyo and the slight dip in the trail leading up to the house. We rode another hundred or so yards past the arroyo, and then we stopped and watched the house for a few minutes.

"Looks like no one's home," Ben said. "What do you think, Billy?" "Let me ride up and have a look-see," I suggested.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Mr. Hawes said. "Ben and I will ride up in the spring wagon. Less threatening that way. You stay put, Billy. I wouldn't want your ma to think I wasn't lookin' ou...

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