Stone Song by Win Blevins

Author:Win Blevins
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-5040-1254-6
Publisher: Open Road Media

Fetterman stopped on the crest of Lodge Trail Ridge. The Indians were scooting around below like spooked sage hens, birds without brains.

That nervy one came back once more, not as far this time. The bugger was pushing his luck. The U.S. Army was going to put an end to all that luck in just a few minutes.

Fetterman thought of his orders. He was at the limit. But there were command decisions in the field. Even a strutting cock of a constipated colonel had heard of command decisions in the field.

“Lo, the poor Indian!” Fetterman shouted. It was his battle cry. The scout Wheatley and Captain Brown grinned at Fetterman. Fetterman wondered if that was fear hiding behind their flashing teeth. He couldn’t tell and he didn’t care.

Orders were for followers. In the War between the States he had learned that if nothing else. A soldier saw his destiny and he seized it. See and seize. That was it.

Over and over he shouted it as the other cavalrymen came up. “Lo, the poor Indian!” he would roar, and stand up in his stirrups and wave his pistol like a flag. He had heard the ridiculous and sentimental phrase all his life. Today he would make some Indians poor, very damned poor.

He would show that coward Carrington. And put something on his record that would mark him down for the future, yes. Now he felt the wind in his face, he smelled burnt powder, he saw his quarry, and his blood was up.

The head of the infantry column, his particular command, was getting close now.

He wanted to get that Lo who was strutting about showing off, thumbing his nose at the whites. He would make that son of a bitch pay.

“Is that him, Wheatley?”

“Yessir.” The scout claimed that Lo was the one named Crazy Horse, a man who stood tall among them.

Well, Lt. Col. William Judd Fetterman was about to make that Injun stand shorter by the height of his scalp.

Orders were for cowards.

He put his spurs to the horse. His heart quickened to the rhythm of horseflesh between his legs. Oh, LordJesusGodAlmighty, wasn’t it all fine, so fine!

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