WHEN KAYAKERS DAYDREAM
A war canoe of Iroquois suddenly appeared from around the bend. "Indians! Oh, save me, Black Powder Bill!" cried Cindy Lou. He snatched up his rifle, coolly aimed and fired, shattering four of their paddles with a single rifle ball. "That should slow them down a bit," he laughed, and dug for shore... Sign in to see full entry.