Clay

Peering at a small band of Indians who depart with their wounded and dead companions, Clay moves cautiously to the crest of a hill. His intervention has sent the Indians racing for safety, but the danger is not over. He sees an overturned wagon resting on its stays, half in and half out of a streambed. Beneath it lay two terrified youths, their eyes wide, their mouths unwilling or unable to speak. One is Roberta, a teenage girl, and one Bobby, her little brother. Little does Clay know that ...