He started with a Springfield, then went to his six-shooter, an' wound up with a knife before he went down with a bullet through his heart an' at least a dozen Injuns piled all 'round him.

Suicide, I reck'n it was.

He knowed he was right, but he also knowed he'd disobeyed orders, an' he just kept pilin' right in till he got his.
"Reno done th' only thing he could do.

He retreated back across th' river, an' got up ag'in a bluff 'bout three hunderd feet high.

Reno Hill, they call it now.