Big Horn River, the dam.
The signal flag was raised.
"Enemy attack!" The lookout madly rushed down the hillside, yelling with all his might, "Cavalry!"
Once extended to the West Bank, the dam was attacked from both sides.
Thus, Tamas had built a small fortress on the West Bank beachhead, personally overseeing it.
With the flood imminent, most of the defensive forces on the West Bank had already retreated. Amid the death-knell-like alarm, the remaining warriors hurriedly grabbed their weapons and ran up to the walls.
"Signal the East Bank," Tamas spat from atop the West Bank fortress, "Blow up the dam early if something is wrong."
Cavalry continuously leaped out from the horizon at the valley's edge, not even bothering to reform ranks, charging straight for the dam.
The leading cavalryman, tall and burly, sat on a small Herde horse, resembling a bear riding a rabbit.
Atop the fortress wall, a young boy skillfully fixed the match, steadied the gun, and held his breath to aim.
