Molly McDonald - A Tale of the Old Frontier by Randall Parrish
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tribes. Their tepees were set up for ten miles along the Washita. We
captured Black Kettle's village, and destroyed it; took his pony herd, and released a number of white prisoners, including some women and children. There was a sharp fight, and we lost quite a few men; I left too early to learn how many." "And the command--is it in any danger?" "I think not, sir. General Custer was confident he could retire safely. The Indians were thoroughly whipped, and apparently had no chief under whom they could rally." The General opened the single sheet of paper, and ran his eyes slowly down the lines of writing. Hamlin, feeling his head reel giddily, reached out silently and grasped the back of a chair in support. Sheridan glanced up. "General Custer reports Major Elliott as missing and several officers badly wounded." "Yes, sir." "What Indians were engaged, and under what chiefs?" "Mostly Cheyennes, although there were bands of Arapahoes, Kiowas, Comanches, and a few Apaches. Little Rock was in command after Black Kettle was killed--that is of the Cheyennes. Little Raven, and Santanta led the others." "A fiend, that last. But, Sergeant, you are exhausted. I will talk |
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