In that brief moment, fifteen of Johnson’s men fell either killed or wounded. William, riding alongside the colonel, was sure that Johnson himself was shot at least five times! But to his amazement, Johnson still looked magnificent on his white horse. His rifle now empty and useless, Dead Eye pulled his pistol and shot an Indian who was taking aim at the Colonel. In that same instance, he saw Tecumseh standing in the midst of the battle with both Indians and soldiers lying around him. He stood tall, proud, and impervious. It was then that Will understood the mystique surrounding this Shawnee Chief (although his mother was Creek).
It’s like he can’t be touched, Dead Eye thought. For a moment, he stared in admiration at the Indian, who was dressed in a bright red British uniform. How can he not be shot? Bullets are flying all around and he stands there. What a magnificent sight!
Suddenly the moment was broken as Colonel Johnson saw the great chief. Taking aim with his pistol, he fired as did several other soldiers.
Will would never forget as time seemed suspended and Tecumseh still stood unmoving, his face full of pride and defiance. Then time crawled forward slowly as his face crumpled into shocked pain and disbelief, while his body collapsed to the ground in slow motion. The great Tecumseh was dead!
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