A passage from Billy Dixon's memoirs still sticks with me. A tragic story about William Olds and his wife who went to Adobe Walls to start a restaurant in the rear of Rath & Wright's store. During the siege William Olds was climbing down a ladder with his rifle and accidentally blew the top of his head off right in front of Mrs. Olds and Dixon.
A couple of brothers IIRC, were sleeping in their wagon on the outer grounds of the Walls when the Indians struck. The Indians quickly dispatched them, but their dog, IIRC a big one. I can't recall the breed for sure. Possibly a Great Pyranees. Anyway, their dog defended the brothers' bodies so fiercely the Indians couldn't readily get near them to scalp them. They killed the dog and took a "scalp" from its body also, as a show of respect to the brave animal.
