continued from yesterday(Wild)

The trapper chuckled in fear and anger; he learned to control years ago, as he heard the arrows that could drop a buffalo, hit the pine he was behind. His right leg was sticking out from behind the tree by a few inches and if they hit the ankle he'd be done for.
he rammed the greased patch and lead ball down to the 90 grains of black powder, down the barrel. he filled his pan with powder and cocked the hammer. quick as a cougar would pounce on a deer he reached around the tree with the rifle and fired at the closest warrior. he was back behind the tree before he could see if he killed him.
he knew he did when he heard the body land to the ground, he was hit low though because he heard the warrior throw up and hack out a deep cough. the warrior wasn;t dead but he wouldn't be any trouble though. This time the old trapper would use the pistol. Off to his right was a pile of leaves and dead pine boughs. if he rolled into them he could shoot and land behind the aspen on the other side.
After countless hours of shooting back east he had became an excellent shot. he had practiced so he could survive for a long time in the great west.
Now would be the test of his survival and shooting. He checked the prime in the pan and shut the frizzen back over it, cocked the hammer and prepared for what he was to do.
He dove quick and rolled, he landed by the aspen took aim with the pistol on the warrior, that was down off his horse and fired. He caught the warrior high in the thigh. The blackfeet warrior fell to his knees, winced and charged the old man.
He hit him hard and they rolled into the pile of dead aspen leaves.
the trapper hit the warrior across the head with the pistol. Down he went, out cold.
the trapper stood up slowly after being smashed in the chest hard;loaded the pistol and finished the warrior off.
After living in the mountains for close to fifteen years he had become a savage himself. Sometimes he thought like an animal. He was uncivilized and he knew it, but he couldn't always control it.
He scalped the warriors and tied the bloody prizes to his belt and limped his way back to his camp and traps and knew that he had many more years in the high country before his life would be snuffed out. END, more stories later though