I then said to the. captain, “I want to go with these men to the command.”
“Yes, Sarah, I can let you have a horse and a saddle, too.”
Then I told my people I would go with them. Then George, one of the men, said,
“Oh, Sarah, I am so glad you are going with us, for we are all afraid that the white people will kill us if we go alone, for just about here we met some men, and they would have killed us anyhow, only this white man saved us.”
I ran to my wagon to get ready. I told Morton and his little girl that I was to leave them, and the little girl began to cry. Her father talked to me and said,
“Sarah, don’t leave Rosey, for she has come to love you.” I told him I had to work for my people.
“Now, Sarah, as I have never talked to you before, will you be my wife? We will go to Silver City and get married right away.”
I said to him, “You honor me too much by offering marriage to me, Mr. Morton. I thank you very much for your kind offer, but I cannot marry a man that I don’t love. You and your daughter can go down to-morrow; I shall be at the Sheep Ranch, and there I will wait for you.”
My horse was ready and I bade him good-by. This was on the 12th of June, 1878.
We rode full gallop most of the time. We had thirty miles to go to the command. Just as we got in sight of the camp at Sheep Ranch, we saw a man coming. He did not see us until he got pretty close to us. When he saw us, he stopped and looked at us. We were riding along slowly, and the white man that was with us was ahead of us so that he could see there was a white man with us, but he turned round and ran as fast as he could, and the white
