So the next day was a great battle between the Pawnees and Sioux at a point nearly opposite the opening in the hills now known as Round House or Reddington Gap.

The young brave and the old horse were there, and they charged into the thick of the conflict. As he rode in among the Sioux, the air was thick with arrows, but he found the chief and slew him, and returned untouched.

HISTORY OF WESTERN NEBRASKA

Twice, thrice, four times he rode, and four chiefs he killed, and each time they came back unharmed.

Still the battle raged, and the impetuous youth disregarded his instructions, and for the fifth time plunged into the fray. His horse was shot from under him, and cut to pieces, for the Sioux declared that he had more than horse endowments, which if the Pawnee folklore tales are true, cannot be denied.

The brave, with great valor, fought his way free of his adversaries, and returned to his own people unharmed. The battle was soon over and the Sioux were routed. Across the river with great tumult and splashing, they were driven, and up one of the arroyos to the north, and because of the many relics of the battle found in this vicinity, that arroyo and the water that flows down therefrom is known today as Indian Creek.

The young brave mourned the loss of his now famous dun horse, and after the battle, he went out on the field and gathered up the pieces and piled them together. Then he went up on the rim of the overhanging rock to mourn, nor would he return to the village to celebrate with the others over their triumph. Night came and still he sat and looked down on his Armageddon.