Ken Campbell
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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Dade noted the flushed and swollen face, but reasoned that nothing would more speedily shake the whisky from his system than a long gallop in that glorious air and sunshine.
Major Webb is following the trail of Captain Ray, said he.
You follow the majors.
You can't miss em, and there are no more Indians now to interpose.
You should catch him by noon, then give him this.
This was a copy of a late dispatch just in from Laramie, saying that the revolt had reached the Sioux at the agencies and reservations on the White Earth, and would demand the attention of every man at the post.
No reinforcement, therefore, could be looked for from that quarter until the general came.
It was no surprise to Dade, it could be none to Webb, for old Red Cloud had ever been an enemy.
Even when bribed and petted and fed and coddled in his village on the Wacapa Chica, his nephew led the bolt afield.
No wonder the old war chief backed him with abundant food, ammunition, and eager warriors sent from home.
But it was after eleven when Kennedy drove his still wearied horse through the plat, and far to the north saw the dundust cloud that told where Webb's little column was trotting hard to the support of the sorrels.
His head was aching, and he missed the morning drought of soldier coffee.
He had eaten nothing since his cold lunch at the Major's, and would have been wise had he gone to Mistress McGann's and begged a cup of the fragrant Java.
lava with which he had stimulated her docile master ere he rode forth, but the one idea uppermost in Kennedy's muddled brain was that the sorrels were trapped by the Sioux, and every trooper was needed to save them.
At three in the morning he felt equal to fighting with a whole Sioux nation, with all its dozen tribes and dialects.
At three thirty he had been whipped to a stand by just one of their number, and mother of Moses one that spoke English as well, or as ill as any man was.
Sore in soul and body was Kennedy, and sore and stiff was his gallant Bay Kilmaine.
When these comrades over three years service shook the spray of the plat from their legs and started dodgingly northward on the trail.
Northward they went for a full three miles, Kilmaine sulky and protesting.
The dust cloud was only partially visible now, hidden by the ridge a few miles ahead, when over that very ridge probably four miles away to the right front, Kennedy saw coming at speed a single rider, and reigned to the northeast to meet him.
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