Night after night, sixteen-year-old Libby Smith listened to the cries and screams of fellow prisoners beaten and killed by their Indian captors. Warriors dragged Libby to the gauntlet on several different occasions. This deadly sport required the prisoners to fight through two lines of men wielding clubs and tomahawks. Few made it through alive. The chief always intervened on Libby’s behalf. He’d spared her from death now for five months since her capture and housed her in his own teepee. But there was no escaping her eventual fate.