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Ke-Ni-Tay

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About Ke-Ni-Tay

  • Indian Scout

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Jorge Luke
  • Full Name
    Ke-Ni-Tay
  • Goes By
    Ke-Ni-Tay
  • Profession
    Indian Scout
  • Position
    Indian scout
  • Birth Date
    Unknown probably 1850
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    6'2"
  • Hair Color
    Black
  • Eye Color
    Brown

Physical Description

Lean, compact, muscular, dresses traditionally.

Traits & Characteristics

Ke-Ni-Tay, (To take the power.) Smart, quiet, ruthless and loyal. 

Employment

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

Expertise

Tracking, tactics

Aliases / Nicknames

None

Residense(s)

Whichever post assigned to.

Kith & Kin

Mother and father, 4 bothers 2 sisters, whereabouts unknown.

Life Events

Born sometime around 1850 in the Mimbreño division of the Apache Nation

Character Notes

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Recent Posts

  1. Ke-Ni-Tay
    As for the Apache, he turned to him, "Good fight. Go tell MacIntosh we are heading back as soon as I get my wounded and dead properly cared for."
     
    Crabbe watched him go, rubbing his chin. There were no hard feelings on his part: technically the scout had been doing the right thing, trying to eliminate a rogue element in the midst of their own party. It still damn well hurt though. 
     
    Well that was it. The three men who had done that to his wife were dead, and all three of them knew why they were dead. Now it was back to Kalispell: back for the final act of this miserable play that had been his life. His one last task: to take care of Bridget. 
     
    "Crabbe kill Mercer, not about guns, something else." He explained, not that it mattered to either of them. "White men." He said, shaking his head. "Captain says move out soon as he gets his men. Take care of wounded and dead."
     
    "Well they didn't get the guns or ammunition, so I'd say it was a good days work." MacIntosh replied flatly. "Somehow I expected more fight in 'em. Gave up too easy to my way of thinking, but we'll be ready when the troop is. Lets get mounted. They don't fight like Apaches." The final words in a disgusted tone.

  2. Ke-Ni-Tay
    It seemed like it was out of nowhere when the Apache was on him, knocking him sideways and the roar of the gunshot filling all three of the mens ears. But seeing the man Mercer mount up to escape had Ke Ni Tay on the move down the side of the hill as fast as he could go, his intent, take the man off the horse, but he saw the horse take the hit before he was half way down. the animal and rider tumbling with the rider staying in the saddle rather than letting loose.
     
    It was then he saw Crabbe dash toward the man pinned under the wounded horse, his intent clear as the blue Montana sky. The rest was speed and lucky timing in an attempt to prevent the outright murder of the one called Mercer. But Crabbe had already fired twice in the interim, Ke Ni Tay hit Crabbe solidly on the chin, dropping him, and as the bespectacled man rolled overr, the Colt fell from the mans hand.
     
    All of this did not go unnoticed by the hostiles.  One came at the Apache and took a bullet in the head, slamming him backwards into a tree trunk, a second brave was on the Mimbreño, and they began to wrestle, each trying to gain any advantage they could to overpower the other
     
    Ke Ni Tay managed to free his knife and thrust in into the other man, repeatedly until the brave lost his grip and fell away mortally wounded.
    @Javia@Wayfarer
  3. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "Horses!" Ke-Ni-Tay shouted.
     
    MacIntosh wheeled  from his position and saw the Mercer fellow in the saddle. Either kill him or cover him. The other choice was to cover the horse holders because the Indians would be after the mounts, and if that maneuver drew the soldiers away from the main thrust of the Arapahos attack they could mount another charge.
     
    With the section under Givens moving to cover the horse holders, MacIntosh  returned to his position covering the backside of the hill, and surely as there was sunlight, maybe half a dozen warriors were slowly climbing up. Mercer might just distract them.
     
    "Ke Ni Tay, they're coming!" he called as he levered a cartridge into the chamber, then, fed a couple shells into the Winchester. The Apache scrambled over, and passed, MacIntosh to an position affording them almost a crossfire, but neither opened up, yet.

    @Javia@Wayfarer
  4. Ke-Ni-Tay
    The Apache looked at the one called Crabbe with neither like or dislike, but then he didn't know him except in passing, that he was there. There was no question of trust, there was none for the white man. Then he looked back to the captain.
     
    "Go slow. Wagons too heavy, ruts deep. Horses poor choice to pull." Ke-Ni-Tay answered. In his mind he could see how simple it would be to ambush them. He looked back at Crabbe. "Moon face, big nose, drives first wagon. They not worried, believes no one sees them."
    @Wayfarer@Javia
  5. Ke-Ni-Tay
    Ke-Ni-Tay had once again saved their bacon, cautioning their ascent on what had appeared to be an unremarkable rise, and it was just that, but the Apache had heard something, carried on the morning breeze. They paused holding the muzzles of their horses against a whinny. MacIntosh knew right then there was trouble just over the rise.
     
    Ke-Ni-Tay, the one with the better stealth eased up the slope while MacIntosh held the horses. Once near the top, with brush plentiful, the Mimbreño used scrub brush as a blind to view what was below. He smiled to himself, it would be a simple thing to kill them all, but that was not why they were there, they were there to report to the captain.
     
    He made his way carefully back down the slope. But a bit faster than he went up, jogging back to MacIntosh. “Three wagons. Two outriders. Five white eyes in all. Wagons heavy, easy to follow.”
     
    “Might be our quarry. Let’s get back to the column.” Both had spoken in hushed tones. Both swung into the saddle, walking their horses  a good fifty yards away, and then spurring them to run hell for breakfast back to the troop. There was always a chance they had not walked the horses far enough not to be heard, but then again, what would they do about it, come after them?
     
    Over the last rise they came, as if the tails of their horses were on fire and their shirt-tails were catching! Across the flat and pulling up sharply.
     
    “Mornin’ Captain, think we found ‘em. Three heavy wagons, two out riders. Five men that Ke-Na-Tay saw, might be more inside the wagons, if so, could be relief drivers, can't be sure. " MacIntosh reported.

    @Wayfarer
  6. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "Maybe trapper." Ke-Ni-Tay stated flatly as they watched the man, passing the glass back and forth between them.
     
    Bundles on the mules did not appear to be the shape of rifle crates, though both realized that they could be disguised easily enough, or rifles could be packed individually and covered with other shaped bundles or boxes. That of course did not allow for delivery of many guns.
     
    Whiskey, of course, could also be disguised by different shaped containers that would not draw much attention, so the Apache and MacIntosh viewed this man as possibly the man they were in search of.
  7. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "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.
     
    Tag @Glenn
  8. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "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.”
     
    Tag @Glenn@Wayfarer
  9. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "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.
     
    Tag @Glenn@Wayfarer
  10. Ke-Ni-Tay
    "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.
     
    Tag @Wayfarer

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