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Author: Wayfarer playing an NPC

With: MacIntosh, Ke-Ni-Tay, Pvt. Shaw
Location: Fort Somer
When:  Late April 1876
Time of Day: Late morning

 

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Private James 'Jamie' Shaw's worn boots crunched upon the dry soil of the fort's ground as he steadily approached a pair of figures sitting upon a porch. It was the older man he wanted, well was ordered, to speak with. He was the white civilian scout MacIntosh. Shaw didn't know the Injun's name and he didn't care either. He had lost friends to Injuns and he pretty much hated all these murdering redskins for even existing. But duty was duty.

 

Once he got to within easy hearing range, he halted, cleared his throat - not to let them know of his approach, they damn well knew that already - but for speaking.

 

"Mornin' Mr. MacIntosh, I been sent to inform you that there is gonna be a patrol goin' out today and your presence is expected. They'll be leaving an hour from now and Captain Barlow will be in command. If you could kindly pack what you need and tend to your mounts, the Captain said he will explain the details of all this on the way out. "

 

He gave a quick side glance toward the Indian, "Him too."

 

Now personally he didn't trust that Injun but apparently they were a package deal and the captain had said he wanted both the available scouts. You don't argue with officers, he learned that early in his service experience.

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"Mornin' Mr. MacIntosh, I been sent to inform you that there is gonna be a patrol goin' out today and your presence is expected. They'll be leaving an hour from now and Captain Barlow will be in command. If you could kindly pack what you need and tend to your mounts, the Captain said he will explain the details of all this on the way out. "

 

“Mornin’.” MacIntosh gave a glace to the soldier with a nod. ‘Be there.” He responded, a chance to get away from the fort was always welcome. And without the former commander, Colonel Brittles, it would be different. Better? Of that he could not be sure, he would know soon enough.
 

He gave a quick side glance toward the Indian, "Him too."


MacIntosh looked to Ke-Ni-Tay, the Mimbreño Apache, and his long time friend. The Indian simply nodded in reply. He too would be glad to get out of the white mans fort. Glad to be out in the fresh air.
 

Now personally he didn't trust that Injun but apparently they were a package deal and the captain had said he wanted both the available scouts. You don't argue with officers, he learned that early in his service experience.  


The pair gathered up their horse and  followed Privet Shaw to headquarters where they would meet with the Captain, and Commanding Officer. He was seasoned, MacIntosh knew that, promotions were slow on the plains, or for that matter wherever he came from.

 

“Captain.” MacIntosh said.

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Benjamin was leaving the fort's headquarters, he had just finished up a discussion with the fort commandant and his superior, Col. MacKenzie. Of course the intelligence he had garnered from Mr. Crabbe had needed to be passed on to the other officer. As he had hoped, MacKenzie saw the necessity of moving rapidly to act on this news so they quickly conferred on the details. Barlow was then ordered to take a strong patrol out and see if they could locate this gun runner. The colonel also approved of him taking the civilian scouts along too.

As he stepped out, there were what had to be these very scouts.

 

"Captain," the white man greeted him by his rank, they had yet to meet. But nothing like the present to rectify that detail.

 

"Yes, and you must be Mr. MacIntosh, good to see you are quite prompt," Benjamin held out his hand to shake, these weren't soldiers so no saluting but nothing wrong with a traditional introduction.

 

"I am Captain Benjamin Barlow, nice to meet you. I've heard good things about you ...and your companion from the colonel. I'm gonna need that expertise. We are going on a little hunt you see," he gave what passed for a smile, he wasn't much for smiling.

 

 

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“That I am.” MacIntosh replied, Ke-Ni-Tay stood silent, appraising the Captain, as he did every man, red or white.
 

"I am Captain Benjamin Barlow, nice to meet you. I've heard good things about you ...and your companion from the colonel. I'm gonna need that expertise. We are going on a little hunt you see," he gave what passed for a smile, he wasn't much for smiling.


“A hunt Captain? A hunt for what, or is it who. Local Indians out?”  He asked. “Not that it matters much I guess, just like to be prepared for what I’m about to be involved in.”

 

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“A hunt Captain? A hunt for what, or is it who. Local Indians out?”  the veteran scout asked. “Not that it matters much I guess, just like to be prepared for what I’m about to be involved in.”

 

"It is who. We have just found out information on a certain gun runner and whiskey supplier to the Indians who may well still be operating in the area. We have an informant who I'm bringing along with us. If for no other reason than to identify our culprit," Barlow answered.

 

"The Indians apparently call this individual Grandfather but for now I've got very little on him and his operations. And of course what I do have is relying on the informant who I will readily admit is not exactly the sort I would ever trust. But it's an opening, and Col. MacKenzie rightly feels we need to at least try and run this operation down. There is going to be a lot of trouble this summer, everyone knows it. The Indians don't need more guns than they have already," he continued.

 

 

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“My experience has been Indians, whiskey, and guns is a bad combination. SO we’re fready whenever you want to head out.” MacIntosh said. “Grandfather? Odd,“ he looked at Key Ni Tay, “don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone called Grandfather.”


“Not know about these tribes. Never my people call anyone Grandfather. He is the creator.” The Apache said, with a good deal of hand gestures. “Man like that no good, we need find and stop.” There were plenty of his own people out and fighting the white man. To him, the fighting was not good for either side.

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"Never heard of him either. But our informant claims that's what he's called," Bejamin shrugged.

 

The Indian then spoke, his English was certainly more than passable. Barlow thought that was a good thing just in case MacIntosh should happen to go down or even get killed, they would still be able to communicate with the Indian.

 

"Yes, we feel he is a very bad man too. So we are going to see if we can find him then," he added.

 

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MacIntosh looked from the Captain to Ke-Ni-Tay and back. “Reckon you plan to take him alive, do you?” With a man of that sort, the lowest of the low as far as MacIntosh was concerned, death was a favorable outcome. Leaving him to Ke-Ni-Tay? Even better. Might not be so easy if he’s in the company of hostiles. Man like that needs help. Somebody’s selling to him, and then there’s moving the goods. Be interesting."

 

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