Ken Campbell
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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Have my horse sent to the ford.
So, followed by three or four of the young officers, the married men being restrained, as a rule, by protesting voices, close at hand the commanding officer went slipping and sliding down a narrow winding pathway, a mere goat track, many of the soldiers following at respectful distance, while all the rest of the gathered throng remained at the crest, eagerly, almost breathlessly awaiting the result.
They saw the trooper come speeding in across the flats from the northeast, saw as he reached the bench, that he was spurring hard, heard even at the distance the swift batter of hoofs upon the resounding sod, could almost hear the fierce panting of the racing steed, saw horse and rider come plunging down the bank and into the stream, and shoving breast deep through the foaming waters, then his shoe dripping.
on the hither shore, where turning loose his horse the soldier leaped from the saddle and saluted his commander.
But only those about the major heard the stirring message.
Captain Greg's compliment, sir.
It's Rudge from the Dry Fork.
Sergeant Kelly feared that Kennedy hadn't got through, for most of Lamewolf's people pulled away from the fork yesterday morning, coming this way, and the sergeant thought it was to unite with Straber to surround any small command that might be sent ahead from here.
Rudge was ordered to make a wide sweep to the east so as to get around them, and that's what took him so long.
He left not two hours after Kennedy.
In spite of his years of frontier service and training in self control, Webb felt, and others saw, that his face was paling.
Ray with only fifty men at his back was now out of sight, out of reach of the post, and probably face to face with, if not already surrounded by the combined forces of the Sioux.
Not a second did he hesitate.
Among the swarm that had followed him was a young trumpeter of K troop, reckless of the fact that he should be at barracks packing his kit.
As luck would have it, there at his back hung the brazen clarion, held by its yellow braid and cord.
Boots and saddles, Carrie, quick, ordered the major, and as the ringing notes re echoed from bluff and building wall and came laughing back from the distant crags at the south, the little throng at the bank and the crowd at the point of the bluff had scattered like little cubies.
The men full run for the barracks and stables never stopping.
Nearly half an hour later, grey haired Captain Dade stood at the point of Bluff near the flagstaff,
Esther, pale and tearful by his side, waving adieu and godspeed to Webb, who had halted in saddle on reaching the opposite bank and was watching his little column through the ford, three staunch troops, each about sixty strong reinforced by half a dozen raised men left behind in the forward rush of dawn, but scorning disqualification of any kind now that danger menaced their beloved captain and their comrades.
the comrades of the sorrel troop.
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