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"The lady is headed in our direction. She asked if she could travel with us, and I approved." Brittles looked at the man. "I'll tell you what I told my men...she is not to be molested."
The column continued moving. "It'll be dark soon, hope the scouts find a place for us to camp." Brittles looked at MacIntosh. "You or your companion know this area?"
One of his officers, who heard someone calling the major, rode up to him and informed him of the person asking to accompany the company on it's trip.
Brittles halted the company, and rode back, on his blond horse named Percy, and looked at the woman driving the rig. "Where you headed, Miss.....?"
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The railroad from Oklahoma, took Major Brittles, and his aide Lieutenant Farley, as far as Billings Montana,
From there, they took the stagecoach to Butte. Then another to Helena, where they caught up with Brittles new command.
The entire trip, from Oklahoma to Helena took 4 weeks.
During that time, they were attacked by hostile Indians a total of 5 times. Luckily, the passengers and the driver and his partner riding shotgun, drove them off.
Once he arrived in Helena, he officially took command of the company. 100 officer's, and enlisted. Among the company was a doctor, a blacksmith and wood workers. Most of the supplies they would need was stowed in 15 wagons, plus the doctor's wagon.
The major stood before his men, gathered in a nearby field where they had set up their tents.
"Men. In 2 days, we set off for our new assignment, Fort Lincoln. It will be a long, hard trip. We will be traveling through hostile territory. But we will make it, I promise you that." He looked around at his men. "I don't tolerate liars. I don't want to see anyone drunk while on duty. Obey my orders, do your duty, and we'll get along fine. As of now, everyone is on leave until tomorrow night. Company dismissed."
The men ran off, hooting and hollering.
When it was time for the company to get moving, everyone was ready. No one was drunk, or hungover.
The wagons would be spaced between the troops, offering them guard.
Scouts would ride ahead, looking for places to camp, or water, or hostiles.
"Troop. Ho." With that, the caravan was off.