The good Doctor and his motley crew headed away from the wrecked Stagecoach north along the dried up river bed...
"It's quiet."
Said the Driver...
"Too quiet."
Said Lootenent Penell...
THUDUNKKK!!!
The arrow took him right in the chest, removing one of the only two men really capable of defending the passengers, the other one, the driver followed suit quicksharp. Though it took two 'arrers and a smack in the melon with a tomahawk to do fer him. What followed was not pretty, very short and very desperate, and soon all six scalps were on the Redskins belt. of the tardy Powder River Patrol there was nary a sign. As the afternoon wore on, the desecrated bodies of Doc Pearson and his companions stiffened in the sun, and that's how young Cohill and the Powder River Patrol found 'em...
"It's quiet."
Said Corporal Quayne...
"Too quiet."
Said Lootenent Cohill...
THUDUNKKK!!!
The arrow took him right in the chest and young Cohill would never make Captain in five or six years. Whooping and a hollerin' The Great Lame Beaver charged in at the head of his War Party. He'd had a vision that morning of blue coated soldiers falling like logs. Thing the Great Manitou forgot to show him was wot an excellent shot Corporal Quayne was with a Carbeen... he was in the Happy Hunting Grounds before he had chance to sing his Death Song! His deemise spurred the Dog Soldiers into a frenzy and in very short order Quayne fell alongside all his young Troopers...
There was much singing, feasting, and many a Wardance that night in the lodges of the Cheyenne!