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.
"I'm quite certain the red man cannot handle the bottle very well either," he pointed out then though he was not eager to get into an argument about it.
Mcintosh laughed, Ke-Ni-Tay, a knowing grin stated. “Tiswin bad enough for Apache, whiskey worse, make crazy, warriors do really bad things when drunk. These warriors no different, maybe worse, maybe not. But bad enough.”
“Two things that’ll keep the wars goin’, whiskey and guns. Men keep risking their scalps to trade these things to Indians who are already angry over the white man taking the land, killing the buffalo and the people.” Macintosh cited. “Big job for the Army, trying to keep the peace with those who don’t want the white man on their land. Or the whites that want that land and the Indians gone. plenty enough trouble.”
Ke-Ni-Tay grunted in agreement, nodding as he ate.
"You figger this new fort'll be close to town?" Macintosh asked as he ate. "That'll liven things up some. Hope they got a good peace officer, Soldiers on leave can, and usually are a handful." He'd seen it wherever he been stationed where there was a town nearby.
"Whiskey not good for pony sojers, no good for white eyes either. Makes for trouble. Many fights." Ke-Ni-Tay added matter of factually, whether his opinion was welcomed or not.
Macintosh looked at him, then back to the woman. "You live in Kalispell? I mean from what you say, well sounds pretty wide open an' that ain't the sort of place most want to be raisin' their young." He grined, " An' to go with alla these sayloons an' dance halls, how many churches an' schools ya got?"
“Sounds about like us.” Macintosh began, after mouthful of the stew. “Air tights and what we kin ferret out on the trail, well, mostly that has to do. ‘Course the mention of pie sets my mouth ta waterin’ right off.”
“Rabbit, sage hen on a spit good, but mule much better.” Ke Ni Tay stated, digging in to his stew. To him, food was food, of course the same could be said for Macintosh as well.
“‘cept’n mules what are stray are mighty hard to come by, an’ the Army is persnickety ‘bout those they have about. We do respite at posts, time to time, and get reg’ler rations whilst we’re there, Army beef an’ such, cooked by someone else’s hand. We got much further on this trek? Wasn’t told where Major was ta be stationed at.”
The Apache simply ate and seemed aloof from the conversation, probably thinking of fresh cooked mule meat.
The pair of scouts entered the barracks mess, finding no different than the others they had encountered in their postings, if that was what they could be called. Both men went right to the serving line and drew bowls of hot stew, tin cups of steaming coffee and slices of bread. Almost standard fare on frontier posts.
Macintosh located the Sergeant and the female teamster, nodded to Ke-Ni-Tay and started for the table they were seated at, as there was room.
"Mind if we join you?" He asked, awaiting a response.
"Yes sir," he replied, looked to Ke-Ni-Tay and added, "Well be to gettin' fed an' well be ready to ride when you are." It had been short and sweet, just the way Macintosh like reports. Although sometimes he was relaying enemy strength, where there could be trouble and alternate routes.
They turned and strode out of the office, both men thinking of the stew and probably coffee as well.
"Maybe warriors kill cows, not take like they think. Maybe hold them someplace to ambush sojers, Macintosh and Ke-Ni-Tay. Maybe cows waiting someplace to be found and there is no fight." The Apache mused, knowing what he would do, but these were not Apaches." They arrived at the barracks mess and stepped inside.
Macintosh smiled. "'scuse me Sir, just reportin' that those that attacked the column were Sioux and they've high-tailed it." He said, then added,"Mixed bunch, believe one was Cheyenne, but most were Sioux, representin' several bands. Not sure what they're up to, but for now they're gone." He waited for either further questions, further orders, or dismissal.
"Anyhow, you and your friend make your report then head over to that building right over there," he pointed, "the lady and me will be enjoying our stew and I'll make sure we don't eat it all so you two can down a bowl or two."
“Reckon we’ll head on over and report in then, thanks.” Macintosh said. “‘mon.” Ke-Ni-Tay fell in with him as they started for the headquarters building. They were used to post life, they had seen enough of it in the past few years, in the South-west and on the plains, so this was not anything new.
They reached the door and knocked before entering, no solders were posted at the door. Macintosh opened the door and the two stepped inside, nodding to the officers.
MacKenzie's eyes shot to the door and the two men walking in. Neither one was a soldier and one was even an indian. "Can I help you gentlemen?" He asked, obviously unused to unannounced visitors. MacKenzie's hand came up and waved off Lieutenant Thomas and two troopers that appeared behind the two men. The young lieutenant looked angry and embarrassed but moved back to close the door. MacKenzie could see him ordering the two troopers to wait by the door until the two intruders left.
Brittles stepped out of the office and saw his scout and his indian friend. "Gentlemen." He looked at the lieutenant and the 2 troopers. "Lieutenant. These are 2 of my scouts. The two troopers will not be necessary."
Macintosh smiled, “Reckon so. I’ll go get that done, then we’ll be back to take you up on that offer, stew sounds real good along about now.” He pointed to the building, “That’d be the C.O.’s office in there? Likely they both need to hear what I’ve to say.”
"Sargent, you might want your lookouts to be on the alert, them we chased were Sioux. Not sure what they're doing this far west, but that's who they were. Would'a though Flathead, maybe Blackfoot Confederation, even Kootenay. Doubt they'd be attackin' an outpost this large, but you never can tell, Indians are notional. Young bucks can be a problem."
"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.
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