“Pearson, he was still all confidence. He’d show those Indians. Wait until they attacked!
“Only they didn’t attack. They had no intention of attackin’. The soldiers were there, they had no horses, very little food, and almost no water. Down in front of them, maybe a hundred yards from where they lay, was the stream. They could hear it runnin’ over the rocks. Right back of it were a lot of ‘Paches. Actually, there was more’n two hundred Indians there.
“Two more soldiers were killed, one wounded. They lay there, waitin’ for an attack. Matt, he warned Pearson they had better try findin’ a way up the cliffs. He volunteered, an’ Pearson ordered him to stay where he was. Pearson was still thinkin’ they would attack. Hell, Ma’am, them ‘Paches are fighters! They knew they could wait.
“That night three soldiers were knifed by ‘Paches that snaked up on ’em through the rocks. The soldiers were scattered out wherever they could get cover.
“The second day passed, too. Water ran short, then gave out. It was all mighty hot. One soldier tried to get down to the stream for water, an’ the Indians shot him in the legs. A man started after him, and they shot him. Then they laid there, an’ ever now and again they would fire into that wounded man’s legs, tryin’ to get the soldiers to come after him.
“Pearson decided to try to charge ’em. Bardoul told him not to, an’ they nigh come to blows. They tried the charge, an’ lost eight men. On the third day, Pearson couldn’t take it. He broke up.
“Matt, without waitin’, had been crawlin’ around back in the rocks, and he done found a way out. It was only a crevice, but it was a chance. So he went to Pearson with it, an’ Pearson was in no shape to give any orders. His second in command was dead, an’ there was only some noncoms left. Pearson ordered Matt back to his ‘post’ an’ said they’d stay right there. Actually, they all said he was half out of his head, he was so scared.
“Pearson’s like a lot of men. As long as things go well, he’s tough an’ tight on discipline, but when he gets into a situation that’s different, he doesn’t know what to do. What little sense he had left told him no soldier ran from an Indian. Only thing was, he never had much good sense at any time. He was a garrison soldier, not a fightin’ man, an’ there is a sight of difference.
“Matt Bardoul didn’t hesitate. He got four or five of the sergeants and corporals together. He told them flat what a spot they were in. That the Indians would pick them off one by one or let them die of thirst. It was move or else. He said he could take them out. They hesitated some, because it meant goin’ agin orders, but they followed Bardoul. When he told Pearson, the colonel frothed at the mouth he was so mad. Then started to shout, an’ Matt knocked him out with a six shooter, tied his hands an’ gagged him. Then he led them up through that crack in the rocks an’ out of the country.
“That is, out of that valley. They circled around and got at the stream up water of the Indians. They got a drink, an’ they filled their canteens. When they took stock, they found that of the eighty-two men who had ridden into that canyon, fifty-three had come out, almost half of them with some kind of a wound.
“The ‘Paches was mad. They trailed ’em down, an’ Bardoul had got the soldiers back to a place where the stream banks were high, an’ they caught the ‘Paches followin’ their tracks. Bardoul had out figured them Indians. After they got some water an’ moved on, he had the soldiers stagger around on purpose. When they stopped he had them dip bandages in water, then rinse them over rocks to make it look like there was more wounds and more weakness than there was.”
Jacquine was watching her horse’s head, her mind far away, seeing them as they must have been, that beaten, bloody, bedraggled bunch of men in dusty, blood-stained uniforms, their leader still tied and gagged luring the ‘Paches into a trap.
“Well, Ma’am, she worked. Them ‘Paches, they weren’t used to soldiers actin’ like that. They figured sure enough the soldiers were all in, an’ they come after ’em. Them soldiers was sore! Plenty sore! They opened up when those ‘Paches wasn’t no more than twenty feet away, an’ they mowed ’em down.
“It was quite a battle, but before the last scattered ‘Paches got out of that creek bed, there was sixty of them dead. Bardoul took ten men an’ followed ’em a little way, an’ they killed eight or ten more.”
“But what happened when they got back to the Fort?”
Phillips shrugged. “Pearson, he filed charges against Bardoul an’ several of the noncoms, but nothin’ ever came of it. After awhile Pearson was transferred east. They smeared the whole thing with white wash to cover up for Pearson. That’s the Army way. Sooner cover up a mistake than admit he was wrong.”
They had left the river now, and were moving out over the plains, travelling west by north. Jacquine rode alone or with Barney most of the day. Matt was keeping to himself, far out on the flank opposite his own wagons.
It was late afternoon before Clive came up to her on his fine black horse. “Looks like we’ll make twenty miles today!” He was beaming, and evidently very pleased. “We’re striking across toward the Powder now, and we should reach it somewhere near Fort Reno.”
“Are there soldiers there now?”
“I think so, but not very many. The Sioux haven’t been making much trouble since the Custer battle.”
“Clive, I’ve been thinking. You’ve never told me what you intend to do when we get to the Shell.”
“Do?” He looked at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. “How? What do you mean?”
“Well, Father is opening a bank, and he intends to buy the gold the men get from the creeks. Mr. Reutz is opening a general store, and I heard Lute Harless was planning to start a freight line, and everybody I’ve talked to has something in mind, so I was wondering what you planned to do.”
“Oh, I’ll try working a claim for awhile, and keep my eyes open for something better.”
She accepted his answer without comment but was far from satisfied. Somehow she believed the question had never occurred to him, and for all Clive Massey’s temper and temperament, she knew he was ambitious, and it was unlike him to go into any enterprise such as this without some definite plan.
Of course, some of the business was to be cooperative. He might manage some of that. Yet she could find no solution to the problem that seemed to fit Clive Massey.
Riding along beside him, she began mentally comparing the two men. Matt Bardoul, tall, lean and quiet, his eyes faintly amused, his manner always thoughtful. She remembered the respect and trust that men like Ban Hardy and Murphy had for him, and she knew from her talks with the Stark girls that Aaron Stark swore by him. Clive was even bigger, a powerful man, handsome, always perfectly dressed. He laughed a lot, and had beautiful teeth, but his eyes were level and hard.
“Where were you born, Clive?” she asked suddenly.
He laughed. “You’re full of questions today! Why, I was born in New Orleans.”
“In New Orleans? Oh, you should meet that big man who drives for Bardoul. He’s from New Orleans, too!”
Any enthusiasm in Massey’s voice was restrained. He glanced at her, and shrugged. “A lot of people live in New Orleans. It’s scarcely possible that I’ve ever met him. What’s his name?”
“Bill something or other. I don’t know.”
They made a dry camp at noon that day, the first after leaving the river. Matt found a pool that was partly filled with water from the rain, and led his teams to it. Stark and Harless watered their teams before the pool went dry. By a little scouting, they found two more shallow pools and watered the rest of the stock in the company.
In the afternoon the going was harder. The grass was high, and the ground smooth for the most part, but slightly up hill. Then after about an hour the grass thinned out and the land became more rocky. When they made camp that night it was near a slough, but the water was thick with green moss and unfit to drink.
Morning found them starting on. The going was very bad, and they were forced to make several detours and the day ended with just-fourteen miles behind them, and they made a dry camp. Matt used their water sparingly, and strolling around the other companies, found they were in worse shape than his own.