King of the Wild Frontier!
written by
David Thompson

   The warrior who had spotted Davy charged, waving a tomahawk.  Flavius knew his friend could never reload in time.  He fired on the fly.  Maybe he wasn't a match for Crockett, who had won more shooting matches than any backwoodsman in all of Tennessee, but he was no slouch, either.  His bullet crumpled the onrushing hostile in mid-stride.
   Then Davy was among the Indians, swinging his heavy rifle as if it were a club, knocking painted figures aside right and left.  The last man reared to stop him.  There was a fleeting image of an angular head shaven bald except for a ridge of hair down the center, of a porcupine hair roach decorated with feathers.  A heartbeat later the sorrel's shoulder caught the warrior in the chest and he went tumbling.
   Reining in sharply, Davy sped toward the tree line and welcome cover--just as more warriors poured from the forest.

SIOUX SLAUGHTER

BLOOD ON THE PLAINS

With the strength of a mountain lion and a wanderlust just as powerful, Davy Crockett always had to know what lay over the next hill.  with only his long rife for protection and his old friend for company, the pioneer set out, determined to see the legendary splender of the Great Plains.  But that may have been on gallivant too many.  the intrepid frontiersman barely survived a mammoth buffalo stampede with his hide and coonskin cap intact.  And that was nothing compared to the fate in store for Crockett when he was ambushed by a band of Sioux warriors with blood in their eyes!