They were just a footnote to a history written in blood - one wagon train of restless, rootless men and women moving through a death-infested wasteland to a life they hoped might be a little better than the one they"d left. The nearest settlement, 300 miles to the east. Waiting, watching for them - a thousand Apaches and Pawnees who had bled for their land, and would again. They straggled on into death and obscurity. But their glory was a thing for all times.