then slowly, one by one, headed off to the northeast.
âYou boys wanna follow âem?â Cody asked, that big smile on his face.
âYou and your ruddy notions!â Donegan replied, crawling to his feet. âDo we wanna follow âem? he says.â
âIâm for getting us them four scalps,â Curry cheered. âCâmon, boys!â
Curry led the others down the slope where the white men yanked and pulled at the Cheyenne bodies, searching for plunder or at the least a souvenir to show the soldiers back at Wallace.
âIâve taken a liking to that belt pouch, Ranahan,â Donegan said as he strode up on the frantic activity over the dead warriors.
âThis?â Ranahan held the pouch up, admiring the colorful porcupine quillwork. âThought it was pretty myself.â
âThe plunder is mine, Ranahan.â
âWe all got call to it, Irishman.â
âYou watched me, like the others. I killed this one.â
âGet something off one of them others, Donegan. I like this pouchââ
âNo,â and he said it quietly. âI want that pouch.â
âBest give the Irishman the pouch, Ranahan.â
He eyed Cody like a frightened animal. Then the small, feral eyes went back to Donegan. âAll right, Irishman.â He slapped the pouch into the big manâs hands. âItâs yours. Take it. I ⦠I didnât want it anyway. Just leave me his scalp.â
âYou know how I feel about scalpsâdonât you, Ranahan? Remember Slingerâhow you and Lane chaffed on him?â
The black eyes hardened with a glint of fire to them.
âDonât push the Irishman, Ranahan,â said Tom Alderdice. âJust leave it alone.â
Seamus watched as Ranahan suddenly turned on his heel, grumbling, moving off down the slope to join some of the rest combing over the other dead.
âThat one doesnât like you much, Seamus.â
He looked at Cody a moment, then grinned. âDonât like him much either.â Seamus stuffed the pouch under his belt, letting the decorated flap hang free. âIâll damn sure be glad when he goes south to rejoin Pepoon fighting with Custer.â
âSoon enough.â
âNever soon enough for me,â Seamus whispered so that no other man heard. âCowards and back-shooters only men Iâm afraid of. Iâll be happy when that oneâs gone south with Custer. Cowards and back-shootersâ¦â
Chapter 6
December 1868
Reuben Waller didnât know if he liked the cold of December any better than the damned heat of September on the high plains.
And once again he wasnât all that sure what the hell he was doing in a place like this. Yet, one thing was certainâhe had to keep moving or his toes might damned well freeze off.
Weeks ago, when the white soldiers of Carrâs Fifth Cavalry had arrived at Fort Wallace, four companies of the Tenth Negro Cavalry received their marching orders. These buffalo soldiers, as they were called on the plains, were sent to Fort Lyon, some hundred miles southwest of Wallace. There they were to join Captain William H. Penrose of the Third Infantry, and one company of Custerâs Seventh Cavalry, for a winter campaign. The combined force would drive the hostiles east toward the bulk of Custerâs regiment, which at that moment was marching south into Indian Territory to punish the Cheyenne, Kiowa and Arapaho for their bloody raids on the Kansas settlements.
After loading a small pack train with what supplies Fort Lyon could spare for the coming campaign, Reuben Wallerâs unit under Penrose struck out south by east, with plans of establishing a depot in advance of the arrival of Carrâs Fifth Cavalry, a much larger force. The commander of the department of the Missouri, General Philip H. Sheridan, feeling time was critical, ordered that a unit be sent into the field at the earliest moment. Therefore,