Christine Blashford

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Whatever evidence of night riding that might earlier have existed had been deftly groomed away.
The trader had seen suspicion in the soldier's eye, and so stood forth triumphant.
No, Major Webb, said he, in loud, confident, oracular tone, no horse of mine ever gets out without my knowing it, and never at night, unless your I so order it.
No, queried the Major placidly.
Then how do you account for this?
Among the fresh hoof prints in the yielding sand with which the police party had been filling the ruts of the outer roadway was one never made by government horse or mule.
In half a dozen places within a dozen rods, plain as a pike staff, was the print of a barshoe worn on the off fore foot of just one quadruped at the post, Hayes Swift running General Harney.
End of chapter four
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Recording by Christine Blashford.
A Daughter of the Sioux by General Charles King.
CHAPTER nine.
Bad News From the Front
It might well be imagined that a man returning from such a morning's work as had been Blake's could be excused from duty the rest of the day.
He and his little party had had a spirited running fight of several hours with an evasive and most exasperating trio of warriors, better mounted for swift work than were the troopers.
He had managed eventually to bring down one of the Indians who lingered a little too long within short range of the carbines, but it was the pony, not the rider that they killed.
Meanwhile, other Indians had appeared on distant divides, and one feathered brave had galloped down to meet his comrades and fire a few shots at the pursuing pale faces.
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