Tracking, reading sign, knowledge of the red man. Rifle shot.
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On post, wherever assigned.
Kith & Kin
Served with the 7th Michigan Cavalry, F Troop during the war.
At wars end he served as a civilian scout in several theaters in the west, first in the Southwest with the First Cavalry, then to the plains with elements of the 7th U.S. and back again to serve with the 9th and 10th.
Arrived in Mizzoula on orders to join Brittles command.
"Evenin' Ma'am, Sargent." Macintosh greeted, touching the brim of his hat and nodding toward the woman. "Me an' Ke-Ni-tay here are reportin' that them what attacked us are long gone. We're lookin' for the Major to report officially, just thought you'd like to know." He explained. "Also like to know about grub an' such, we'll make do for sleepin'." He smiled, "Well, maybe a bait of oats for the horses as well."
Macintosh was really not one to like buildings, though he tolerated them better than the Apache. In Arizona somehow he became comfortable living inside, there was relief from the heat and a woman. Ke-Ni-Tay was never far away, as he would seek out his own people, which was also good for information. That would be different here.
Macintosh and Ke-Ni-Tay rode in a bit after the troop and the wagons. They had been out scouting the back trail, but the hostiles had not followed as both of them suspected they might.
Both men looked over what was called a fort, which was nothing more than a few buildings, tents, rolling stock and a corral. He looked to the Apache, "Might not be the safest place we've seen, but I doubt the Indians will attack this place."
Ke-Ni-Tay barely cracked a smile. "Maye some have been my country, maybe fight Apache. Maybe." He said, "One we fight earlier, they not come here. Too few, too many sojers."
"We'll be okay. If you like we don't have to stay here, but I should let the Major know the back trail's clear, for now." He reigned in and stepped down, as did the Apache Both stretched and both looked around. he spotted the Sargent at the wagon with the civilian woman knowing he would know where his commanding officer might be. "I'll check with the Sargent, see if there's a cook fire going."
"Good idea." Ke-Ni-Tay decided as Macintosh walked toward the soldier.
MacIntosh and Ke-Ni-Tay raced after Brittles and his men in the hopes of skirting them and ferreting out any ambush and give the troopers a warning. But there was nothing, just the tracks of the war party heading away.
There was no sense in following, because sooner or later they would either catch up to them, or ride into an ambush. Better to ride back and report. MacIntosh did not like the idea of the small party ahead and the war party behind. He fought a number of tribes over the years and what they had encountered made no sense to him. Were they even the same tribe?
"Maybe we think scouts are with war party, maybe they not. Maybe they just watch so'gers for other tribe." Ke-Ni-Tay said, as if he had read MacIntosh's mind.
"Could be. Damn sure could be." MacIntosh replied as the command came into view. "Looks like they're regrouping."
Hunting for sign told them the five scouts were al that were present, and that they had ridden off to the north hurriedly. Both men were aware of any number of Indian reuses.
"No others nearby, these they maybe went after others, or maybe just escape." Ke-Ni-Tay surmised. "Maybe there is an ambush for those who would give chase, maybe not. Hard to say with these people."
"Well we ain't given chase, that's for sure. Been fooled by that once." MacIntosh stated flatly. "Not even sure what bunch these are. Nobody said anything about hostiles in this neck of the woods, but likely as not word hadn't reached them by the time we got there that they were out."
Both turned their mounts and started back to the command, clearing the treeline in time to see Brittles and what appeared to be a squad, starting off in he direction the attack had come from. They looked to one another.
"MacIntosh! Have your people stay within the tree line!" he called out.
MacIntosh gave a mock salute, wheeled his horse, looking to Ke-Ni-Tay and they galloped away disappearing into the tree line where they scouted quickly for the group the Apache had reported. It was unknown if there were another party of hostiles awaiting some sort of signal, but MacIntosh made it his business to find out.
"Ain't never been so far south as Arizona nor New Mexico territory," Addy commented with a grin as she added, "too hot from what I hear, too dry an' desolate. Now, I don't mind some isolation, but I want somethin' ta look at besides cactus an' lizards."
“After being here I can agree with you about scenery, though it would certainly appear some of the same problems exist such as Indian trouble and likely as not, bad people same as the big cities and towns.” Was his response.
She laughed, then nodded. "I know whacha mean 'bout big cities. Smaller places in th' Territories might be rougher, but th' folks seem more...genuine." You didn't have to hide who you were to fit in in the West, unless, of course, you were outside the law. Without the niceties of a big city, survival was more paramount, and you did what you had to, and folks accepted that.
“Anytime you have men and women standing up to the elements and the tribulations of rough country you have the beginnings of civilization. People hacking out a place for themselves in the wilderness and willing to defend it.” He smiled, knowing this woman was one of those that would help settle the territory, and make it it into something.
It was then he saw Ke-Ni-Tay riding in with the troopers, but at an easy, unhurried pace. "Best I ride up an' see what Ke-Ni-Tay has to say. Been a pleasure Miss Chapple." He touched the brim of his hat, wheeled the Chestnut, and loped toward the front of the column.
"Yes, sir," Addy answered, "most recently from Kallispell, although I originated in Tennessee, an' been here an' there along th' way." She grinned. "Not a bad place, Kallispell, not so civilized yet as ta be inhospitable!" Seemed like that once a place got too proper, it got all snooty and judgmental, too, and none too pleasant a place to live.
“Good to know. None to partial to the big towns. A man just can’t be comfortable where he can’t move about with ease, nor can he dress as he would out here and in smaller towns.” MacIntosh explained. “Most of my time is spent at forts or post, or out an’ about lookin’ for trouble .
"So, how long ya been scoutin'? An' with yer Apache friend? Can't say as I know much of their ways, though." Of course, if this Apache was working with the Cavalry, he was 'friendly', at least in that he wasn't there to kill them. Didn't mean he'd be social, but then, not everyone was happy to be around others, and that was fine.
“Maybe eight, nine years or so. Man made a hard decision about his own people, but we only scouted down New Mexico, Arizona way three, four years before we were sent to the plains. Ke-Ni-Tay adapts real quick. Man has a knack for this kinda work. We’ll be glad he’s around.” He summarized.
"No Ma'am, I surely don't." MacIntosh replied. "All I know is we got orders to catch up with this column as scouts, which is what we do."
He never gave much thoughts to the officers of commands he was assigned to, unless of course they were dangerously incompetent in the field, he didn't get that feeling about Brittles, yet it remained to be seen how he responded under duress, towards his men, as well as the red man. Some he had encountered were glory hounds and they paid for their arrogance, while others were competent commanders that led their men trying never to put them in a bad position. He would know some of these answers soon enough.
"So I take it you're from our destination as opposed to back in Helena?" he asked.
MacIntosh trotted the big gelding down the line to the wagon with the female teamster tuning his mount to ride along side.
“Howdy. Name’s MacIntosh and I’ll be scoutin’ for the outfit. Thought I'd pay my respects, let you know that I’ve an Indian with me. Mimbreno Apache. Didn’t want you ta be anxious when he shows up.” He explained, touching the brim of is battered hat.
"Fair enough Major. I've no intrest in her one way 'tuther. I'm hired to scout, and we'll know it well enough in short order, Sir." MacIntosh replied referring to knowledge of the land. "My man out there'll have him some news when he rides in, 'bout a number of things, garenteed!" He smiled and nodded. I'll drop back, pay my respects then head out to the right. Have a look-see"
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