Christine Blashford
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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It was this rig or nothing, however, and in spite of a courteous remonstrance from the two officers at the supply camp who saw and condemned the outfit, General Field started on time and returned on an improvised trestle three hours later.
The outfit had been tumbled over a ledge into a rocky creek bottom, and with disastrous results to all concerned, except the one who deserved it most, the driver.
The ways of Providence are indeed inscrutable.
A surgeon had been sent from Fort Russell, and his report was such that Waller would not let it go in full to his patient.
They had carried the old soldier back to camp, and such aid as could be given by the rude hands of untaught men was all he had for nearly twenty four hours, and his suffering had been great.
Internal injuries, it was feared, had been sustained, and at his advanced age that was something almost fatal.
No wonder Waller was worried.
Then Flint took alarm at other troubles closer at hand.
Up to this year he had been mercifully spared all personal contact with our Indian wards, and when he was told by his sentries that twice in succession night riders had been heard on the westward bench, and pony tracks in abundance had been found at the upper ford, the site of Stabbers Village, and that others still were to be seen in the soft ground not far from Hayes Coral, the Major was more than startled.
At this stage of the proceedings, Sergeant Crab of the cavalry was the most experienced Indian fighter left at the post.
Crab was sent for and unflinchingly gave his views.
The Sioux had probably scattered before the squadron sent after them from the north, had fled into the hills, and, in small bands, probably, were now raiding down toward the plat, well knowing there were few soldiers left to defend Fort Frain, and no cavalry were there to chase them.
What brings them here?
What do they hope to get or gain?
asked Flint.
I don't know, sir, answered Crab, but this I do know, they are after something and expect to get it.
If I might make so bold, sir, I think the Major ought to keep an eye on them blasted half breeds at Hayes.
It set Flint to serious thinking.
Pete and Krapau, paid henchmen of the trader, had been taking advantage of their employer's absence and celebrating after the manner of their kind.
One of his officers, new like himself to the neighbourhood and to the Indians, had had encounter with the two that rubbed his commissioned fur the wrong way.
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