1864, the Seventh, April, Nevada, The Ponderosa.

Joseph's eyes widened with surprise as he saw the girl fall onto the ground suddenly and he dropped the lead rope on the gelding and hurried over and bent down beside the girl rolling her over. He shook his head his lips mashing into a worried line and his brow creasing as he took his red handkerchief out of his pocket and he bound it around the girls head in a make shift bandage. Joseph stood picking the young strange girl up easily and he whistled for Cochise. He waited in place for the black and white spotted gelding and watched as the horse trotted towards him and the unconscious girl in his arms. Joseph first placed the girl in the saddle then he mounted Cochise knowing his gelding would take more than one rider. He gathered his reins and he urged Cochise into an easy walk towards the other horse. He gathered the mare's lead rope and ponied the horse beside Cochise urging his own gelding into a trot and he started towards the big house where he and his family lived shaking his head and wondering what the others would think when they saw what Joseph had found.