Warrington eventually became separated from the others and found himself at the mercy of five Comanche warriors.

Destroyed by a 2,000 Comanche warriors and their allies in March, 1758.

He stood on his dignity as a Comanche warrior.

Did he think a Comanche warrior would simply surrender his friend to torture and death?

He decided that thirst had weakened his vision; sitting well to the west, in plain view, were two Comanche warriors.

The garrison soon heard rumors that hundreds of Comanche warriors were moving towards the mission.

Later in the West, he painted Comanche warriors in their natural environment.

This was one of the last armed conflicts with Comanche warriors.

No Comanche warrior ever left a trophy like that beside the trail.

Surely no Comanche warrior would ever let a trophy like that go without a fight to the death.