Battle of Plum Creek
Though Texas histories make much of the Texas Militia fighting the Comanche at Plum Creek after the Great Raid, most of those histories forget to mention that the Texans would not have been in a position to intercept Buffalo Hump and the returning raiders except for the help of Plácido and his men.
With the help of Chief Plácido and thirteen of his Tonkawa scouts, Texas militia from Bastrop and Gonzales ambushed the raiding party at Plum Creek (near present day Lockhart, Texas). Abandoning some of their spoils, the surviving Comanche escaped north. Plácido begged the Texans to pursue them, but ironically, the same greed which had slowed the Comanche light horse sufficiently for the Militia to ambush them also saved them. Mules loaded with silver bullion were recaptured by the whites, and they simply stopped fighting, divided the money, and went home.
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