Tracking, reading sign, knowledge of the red man. Rifle shot.
Aliases / Nicknames
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.
"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"
"He's scouting sir, and I've heard no shots." MacIntosh replied. "Ke-Ni-Tay's pretty savvy. He'll be in when he's done." The Apache was thorough when he was out, the two has so far survived Sioux, Cheyenne, Crow, and Blackfeet not to mention the Apache. "I'm just saying hopefully nothing happens that doesn't need to. See you have a woman with the column, sort of odd. Protection?"
"Thank you, sergeant." Before the sergeant could leave, "Sergeant, send out some additional scouts." The major returned the man's salute.
MacIntosh sat his chestnut gelding patiently, he had been in enough commands to know to wait his turn. Besides, he was just reporting in, not reporting an uprising or a war party about to descend on this command.
Brittles turned his attention to the man. "You wanted to see me, mr.…."
“MacIntosh, Sir. Reporting in, civilian scout.” He pulled the written orders from his jacket pocket and handed them over. “Ah Major, I’d careful out there, them boys are liable to run onto my man who’s scouting your flank. He’s Apache and well, I’d hate to see anything happen that didn’t need to.”
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