Ke-Ni-Tay, (To take the power.) Smart, quiet, ruthless and loyal.
Grandson of Mangas Coloradas, Ke-Ni-Tay at twelve left to raid with Victorio after his Grandfather was murdered, until he became disinchanted with what he was doing.
1872, after ten years on the raid, he surrendered and asked to become a scout. Going after Chiricahua warriors was almost sport. That is where he met MacIntosh, friends would be an odd term for their relationship. Respected allies would be a closer fit.
1874 they were sent to the great plains to scout. The Apache was far from out of his element. he took it as a challenge to learn and defeat those he fought.
1875 he followed MacIntosh farther west to Montana
Aliases / Nicknames
Whichever post assigned to.
Kith & Kin
Mother and father, 4 bothers 2 sisters, whereabouts unknown.
Born sometime around 1850 in the Mimbreño division of the Apache Nation
"MacIntosh! the scouts ahead, we go before they act!" Ke-Ni-Tay shouted as everything around them evolved into a defensive posture.
MacIntosh wheeled his horse and the two started toward the Commander, "Hostile ahead. We mean to discourage them from doing anything but turin' tail!" He shouted above the confusion of the wagons circling, the drumming of hooves and shouts of the men, and the woman, with their wagons.
With all of the noise and what seemed to be confusion both horses were dancing about wanting to get away. The Apache looked at riders and cattle headed toward the command, full tilt, their dust obscuring what was chasing them, but he did know if it was Indians, they might well split to flank the riders, and seeing the soldiers, turn away at the last minute and dash off into the trees.
"Here comes MacIntosh now." Brittles watched as the scout approached. Then he looked at the Indian. "How many scouts are following us? Do you think we should make camp tonight or continue on towards Kalispell?"
“Four, maybe five, they watch.” Ke-Ni-Tay replied. Not think there are more, maybe other side, maybe not. Camp is good, no sense push. Not be trouble tonight.”
MacIntosh reined in as he reached the head of the column. “Trouble?” He asked matter of factly, for if there was to be trouble then it would be
“Four or five shadow troop, maybe more out there, not sure.” Ke-Ni-Tay stated. “Major asks if we should camp or push on. Those who watch are waiting in trees off to right.” He gestured with his arm sweeping toward the trees.
MacIntosh shook his head in agreement. “Major I might suggest outriders, rifles in hand, Ke-Ni-Tay and I will drift off to the left and have a good look, then swing up across the front of the column. We’ll know soon enough what their intentions are. For now, I’d plan on camping the night.”
"Sir, this here Indian says he is working for us as a scout. He speaks English real good and he's got something important to report," Braumann kept it simple and direct, if the officer had questions then he would be free to ask. Then he glanced toward Ke-Ni-Tay.
“I am with MacIntosh. I have scouted your flank, there are scouts tracking you.” the Apache explained.
"This here's for you, Ke-Ni-Tay...hope I said that right. I'm Sgt. Braumann and this here's Private Loudon. I reckon we should head on back and report this to our commanding officer, you wanna come along with us then?"
The Apache accepted the gifted tobacco pouch. Not that he smoked, but he realized acceptance was a step in the right direction with these men, and it could come in handy with a parlay with the local tribesmen.
“Yes, will ride in with you and tell what I have seen. I cannot follow those who watch, as they know I am about. Perhaps later I can slip away unnoticed.” He agreed with the simplified plan of what he might do in the immediate future. He was wary of those that watched, for they might not be alone but a scouting party for a lager force that lay in wait further along the way. He kept that to himself for the moment.
Ke-Ni-Tay rode up to the blue coats. "I am Ke-Ni-Tay, I ride with MacIntosh to scout for the Army." He said. "The column is being shadowed, four, maybe five, not far ahead of us, but they will not be seen. They are aware that you are here and now me as well." He looked to where he knew they sat watching. "They are too few to attack, if that is their purpose."
Ke-Ni-Tay rode easy as he followed the tracks, aware of the soldiers above him. There were four unshod pony tracks and from where he sat, fresh, shadowing the column. His Winchester laid across his saddle brow, ready, but then he was always ready. Ke-Ni-Tay was aware that he did not match the local tribes, he was sure that confused the four riders. He hoped there were no men that had been in the southwest.
He drew up and angled slightly toward blue coat and raised an arm, the palm of his hand open. He was about to find out how he was going to be received by these white-eyes. He had information they should know, especially if the local tribes were hostile. But that would be their mistake to try this column. Ke-Ni-Tay knew the might of the Army from both sides of the fight. And with he and MacIntosh along they would increase the odds, because they always had.
So, thinking they were friends as they had not attacked he waved his outstretched arm.
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