Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2010 12:42:28 -0800 (PST) From: Randy Howard Subject: Wagon Train / Incest / Chapter Nine Wagon Train By Randy Howard Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is intended for people mature enough to appreciate it, but legally that means people over the legal age of eighteen. It is fiction, and contains consensual sex between male siblings and other family and non-family members. I use as a reference, Wikipedia for some of the facts for the battle part of this story. I have mixed fact with fiction for this story; I hope you enjoy my efforts. Chapter Nine: It is now June of 1876, Lone Wolf and Running Deer are mighty warriors living among the Cheyenne nation. Bear Claw has passed away, a sickness that took many also claimed the once mighty Comanche War Chief and Lone Wolf has risen to War Chief of the Comanche people. Seth and Jacob have not spoken since that night that Seth found Jacob running a bordello in town, and both have become very rich. While Seth is still alone, Jacob has been seeing a young man by the name of Jeremy Barnes, a banker. The Battle of the Little Bighorn also known as Custer's Last Stand and, by the Native Americans involved as the Battle of Greasy Grass Creek, was an armed engagement between a Lakota-Northern Cheyenne combined force and the 7th Cavalry Regiment of the United States Army. It occurred on June 25 and June 26, 1876, near the Little Bighorn River in eastern Montana Territory, near what is now Crow Agency, Montana. The battle was the most famous action of the Great Sioux War of 1876-77 and was an overwhelming victory for the Lakota and Northern Cheyenne, led by Sitting Bull. The U.S. Seventh Cavalry, including a force of 700 men led by George Armstrong Custer, suffered a severe defeat. Five of the Seventh's companies were annihilated; Custer was killed, as were two of his brothers, a nephew, and a brother-in-law. Total U.S. deaths were 268, including scouts, and 55 were wounded. The phrase "Custer's Last Stand," though it has entered the American language, is historically inaccurate, implying as it does that his troops were overwhelmed after being besieged or pursued for a long time. The battle actually began with Custer's forces on the attack, and he and his column were wiped out relatively quickly. In 1875, Sitting Bull created the Sun Dance alliance between the Lakota and the Cheyenne, a semi- religious festival where young men were transformed into warriors. The Sun Dance is a religious ceremony practiced by a number of Native American and First Nations peoples, primarily those of the Plains Nations. Each tribe has its own distinct practices and ceremonial protocols, but many of the ceremonies have features in common, including specific dances passed down through many generations, singing of traditional songs in the tribe's native languages, praying, fasting and, in some cases, piercing of skin on the chest, arms or back. One had taken place around June 5, 1876, on the Rosebud River on Montana, involving Agency Native American who had slipped away from their reservations to join the Hostiles. Sitting Bull during the event reportedly had a vision of 'soldiers falling into his camp like grasshoppers from the sky'. At the same time, a summer campaign planned by military officials was well under way to force them back onto their reservations, using both infantry and cavalry in a three-pronged approach: Colonel John Gibbon's column of six companies of the 7th Infantry and four companies of the 2nd Cavalry marched east from Fort Ellis in western Montana on March 30, to patrol the Yellowstone River. Brigadier General George Crook's column of ten companies of the 3rd Cavalry, five of the 2nd Cavalry, two companies of the 4th Infantry, and three companies of the 9th Infantry, moved north from Fort Fetterman in the Wyoming Territory on May 29, marching toward the Powder River area. Brigadier General Alfred Terry's column, including twelve companies of the 7th Cavalry under Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer's immediate command, of the 17th U.S. Infantry, and the Gatling gun detachment of the 20th Infantry departed westward from Fort Abraham Lincoln in the Dakota Territory on May 17. They were accompanied by teamsters and packers with 150 wagons and a large contingent of pack mules that reinforced Custer. Companies of the 6th U.S. Infantry, moved along the Yellowstone River from Fort Buford on the Missouri River to set up a supply depot, and joined Terry on May 29 at the mouth of the Powder River. The coordination and planning began to go awry on June 17, 1876, when Crook's column was delayed after the Battle of the Rosebud. Surprised and, according to some accounts, astonished by the unusually large numbers of Native American in the battle, a defeated Crook was compelled to pull back, halt and regroup. Unaware of Crook's battle, Gibbon and Terry proceeded, joining forces in early June near the mouth of the Rosebud River. They reviewed Terry's plan calling for Custer's regiment to proceed south along the Rosebud, while Terry and Gibbon's united forces would move in a westerly direction toward the Bighorn and Little Bighorn rivers, the likely location of Indian encampments where all elements would converge around June 26 or 27, attempting to engulf the Native Americans. On June 22, Terry ordered the 7th Cavalry, composed of 31 officers and 566 enlisted men under Custer, to begin a reconnaissance and pursuit along the Rosebud, with the prerogative to 'depart' from orders upon seeing 'sufficient reason.' Custer had been offered the use of Gatling guns but declined, believing they would slow his command. While the Terry and Gibbon's columns were marching toward the mouth of the Little Bighorn, on the evening of June 24, Custer's scouts arrived at an overlook known as the Crow's Nest, fourteen miles east of the Little Bighorn River. "Sir, we saw a massive pony herd and signs of the Native American village roughly fifteen miles in the distance from the crow's nest," the scouts reported to Custer the next morning. After a day and night's march, a tired officer sent with the scouts could see neither, and when Custer himself joined them, he was also unable to make the sighting. Custer's scouts also spotted the regimental cooking fires that could be seen from 10 miles away, disclosing the regiment's position. "Gentlemen, I do believe that a surprise attack against the encampment on the morning of June 26 would be beneficiary," he told his officers. "Lieutenant Colonel sir, I recently received a report informing me that several hostile Indians have discovered the trail left by your troops," one of his officers informed him. Assuming his presence had been exposed, Custer decided to attack the village without further delay. On the morning of June 25, Custer divided his 12 companies into three battalions in anticipation of the forthcoming engagement. Three companies were placed under the command of Major Marcus Reno; and three were placed under the command of Captain Frederick Benteen. Five companies remained under Custer's immediate command. The 12th, Company B, under Captain Thomas McDougald, had been assigned to escort the slower pack train carrying provisions and additional ammunition. Unbeknownst to Custer, the group of Native American seen on his trail was actually leaving the encampment on the Big Horn and did not alert the village. Custer's scouts warned him about the size of the village, with scout Mitch Bouyer reportedly saying. "General, I have been with these Indians for thirty years, and this is the largest village I have ever heard of." He told Custer. Custer's overriding concern was that the Native American group would break up and scatter in different directions. The command began its approach to the Native American village at 12 noon and prepared to attack in full daylight. *** "Lone Wolf get up, we need to get going," Running Deer told the sleeping warrior. "Sitting Bull is leaving at first light," he added. "Do we have to go Running Deer, I'm exhausted," he said as he stretched his aching body. "Yes we need to go; you're leading our warriors against the blue coats." "I'm up already," he said and jumped from the robes, showing off his tanned naked body in the firelight. His body was hard, with rippled abs, a tight round ass and with leg muscles that rivaled none. He quickly dressed, after which Running Deer applied his war paint before the two were out in the coolness of the early morning, and joining the other warriors that had assembled. They saw Sitting Bull, along with the other mighty chiefs... Four Horns, Crow King, Gall, Black Moon, Rain-in-the-Face, Hump, Black Moon, Red Horse, Makes Room, Looks Up, Lame Deer, Crawler, Crazy Horse, He Dog and Two Moons. Sitting Bull, when he saw Lone Wolf walking towards the group, motioned for him to join the other chiefs. "Lone Wolf, you and your Comanche warriors are to ride with me today," he told the Comanche war chief. "What of the village, who is to alert them," he asked the chief. "They shall remain here and safe, for the blue coats dare not attack a village of such size," he told him. "White Bull will ride with us also, and we shall outnumber the buffalo," he told him. "Besides, we have warriors here to guard our village," he confided. The sun rose and most of the warriors had ridden out, following their war chiefs. Lone Wolf and Running Deer rode beside Sitting Bull as they went out to encounter the blue coats. It was high noon, and Custer was pushing towards a strong broad daylight attack on the village. As the Army moved into the field on its expedition, it was operating with incorrect assumptions as to the number of Indians it would encounter. The Army's assumptions were based on inaccurate information provided by the Indian Agents that no more than eight hundred hostiles were in the area. The Indian Agents based the eight hundred numbers on the number of Native Americans led by Sitting Bull and other leaders off the reservation in protest of US Government policies. This was a correct estimate until several weeks before the battle, when the reservation Indians joined Sitting Bull's ranks for the summer buffalo hunt. "I don't want a single one of those savages to escape," Custer told his men, more concerned with preventing the escape of the Native Americans than with fighting them. "The Indian warriors will be sleeping," he said which gave Custer a false estimate of what he was up against. When he and his scouts first looked down on the Indian village from Crow's Nest across the Little Bighorn River, they could only see the herd of ponies. Looking from a hill two and a half miles after parting with Reno's command, Custer could observe only women preparing for the day, and young boys taking thousands of horses out to graze south of the village. Custer's Crow Native American scouts told him it was the largest Native American village they had ever seen. When the scouts began changing back into their native dress right before the battle, Custer released them from his command. While the village was enormous in size, Custer thought there were far fewer warriors to defend the village. He assumed most of the warriors were still asleep in their tipis. "If we should encounter Native Americans, my subordinates Benteen and the pack train will quickly come to our aid. Our rifle volleys will tell supporting units to come to our unit's aid," he told his units. The first group to attack was Major Reno's second detachment, conducted after receiving orders from Custer issued by Lt. William W. Cooke, as Custer's Crow scouts reported Sioux tribe members were alarming the village. Ordered to charge, Reno began that phase of the battle. The orders, made without accurate knowledge of the village's size, location, or the warriors' propensity to stand and fight, had been to pursue the Native Americans and bring them to battle. Reno's force crossed the Little Bighorn at the mouth of what is today Reno Creek around 3:00 p.m. They immediately realized that the Lakota and Northern Cheyenne were present in force and not running away. "Damn we are greatly outnumbered," Major Reno declared, knowing he'd lost before the battle began. Reno advanced rapidly across the open field towards the northwest, his movements masked by the thick bramble of trees that ran along the southern banks of the Little Bighorn River. The same trees on his front right shielded his movements across the wide field over which his men rapidly rode, first with two approximately forty-man companies abreast and eventually with all three charging abreast. The trees also obscured Reno's view of the village until his force had passed the bend on his right front and was suddenly within arrow shot of the village. The tipis in that area were occupied by the Hunkpapa Sioux. Neither Custer nor Reno had any idea of the length, depth and size of the encampment they were attacking, as the village was hidden by the trees. When Reno came into the open, in front of the south end of the village, he sent his Arikara/Ree and Crow Indian scouts forward on his exposed left flank. Realizing the full extent of the village's size, Reno quickly suspected what he would later call a trap and stopped a few hundred yards short of the encampment. "Troops dismounts and form a skirmish line," he ordered his troopers and they deployed in a skirmish line, according to standard army doctrine. In this formation, every fourth trooper held the horses for the troopers in firing position, with five to ten yards separating each trooper, officers to their rear and troopers with horses behind the officers. This formation reduced Reno's firepower by 25 percent. As Reno's men fired into the village and killed, by some accounts, several wives and children of the Sioux leader Gall, mounted warriors began streaming out to meet the attack. With Reno's men anchored on their right by the impassible tree line and bend in the river, the Indians rode hard against the exposed left end of Reno's line. After about twenty minutes of long-distance firing, Reno had taken only one casualty, but the odds against him had risen, Reno estimated five to one and Custer had not reinforced him. "The Indians are massing in the open area by a small hill to the left of our line and to the right of the village sir," Trooper Billy Jackson reported. From this position the Indians mounted an attack of more than five hundred warriors led by Lone Wolf against the left and rear of Reno's line, turning Reno's exposed left flank. They forced a hasty withdrawal into the timber along the bend in the river. Here the Indians pinned Reno and his men down and set fire to the brush to try to drive the soldiers out of their position. After giving orders to mount, dismount and mount again, Reno told his men. "All those who wish to make their escape follow me," he yelled and led a disorderly rout across the river toward the bluffs on the other side. The retreat was immediately disrupted by Cheyenne attacks at close quarters. Later Reno reported that three officers and twenty-nine troopers had been killed during the retreat and subsequent fording of the river, with another officer and thirteen to eighteen men missing. Most of these men were left behind in the timber, although many eventually rejoined the detachment. "I'll check on the village and our people," Lone Wolf said and proceeded at top speed towards the village, with Running Deer and his warriors following. As Lone Wolf approached the village, they saw that Custer had attacked the village after attempting to cross the river, but he had been driven back by White Bull. Sitting Bull and Lone Wolf, along with their warriors, joined White Bull in his pursuit of Custer, and followed him as he continued down Reno Creek to within about a half mile of the Little Bighorn, but then turned north, and climbed up the bluffs, reaching the same spot to which Reno would soon retreat. From this point on the other side of the river, he could see Reno charging the village. Riding north along the bluffs, Custer descended into a drainage called Medicine Tail Coulee, which led to the river. Custer's force descended the coulee, going west to the river and attempting unsuccessfully to cross into the village because a small contingent of Indian sharpshooters opposed this crossing. White Bull shot the leader, Custer, wearing a buckskin jacket several times, off his horse and into the river, mortally wounding him. Besides wounding the leader of this advance, a soldier carrying the company guidon was also hit, which meant that troopers had to dismount to help the wounded men back onto their horses. The gunshots from White Bull's rifle hit Custer's body just below the heart and to the left temple, proving to be instantly fatal to Custer. Crazy Horse personally led a large group of warriors who overwhelmed the cavalrymen in a surprise charge from the northeast, causing a breakdown in the command structure and panic among the troops. Many of the men threw down their weapons while Cheyenne and Sioux warriors rode them down, counting coup with lances, coup sticks, and quirts. Within an hour, all fighting had seized, and yells of victory yelled out among the Indians for the moment. "Today is a great day for our people Lone Wolf... and yet a sad one," Sitting Bull said looking over the carnage of the scene as his people gathered up their dead for burial. "Clearly there is no winner when so many die on both sides great one," Lone Wolf told solemnly. "To have such wisdom as such a young age Lone Wolf, truly you are destined to be a great leader," Sitting Bull told him. "Truly I wonder, how your white father would think of you this day?" he asked. Lone Wolf had not given much thought to his father or Jacob for the last few years, and now their memory came flooding back to him. "He would probably be ashamed of me or maybe proud that I stood up for what I truly believed in great one." "You are very wise Lone Wolf and I see great things for you which ever path that you take in life. I also see Running Deer beside you, for you two are joined as one my child," he told him. "We are one wise father of our people," he told the great chief. "Go...take your brother and go find your father before more soldiers come Lone Wolf," Sitting Bull told the young brave. "There will be much bloodshed and we shall not be so victorious next time, so go now my child before the time comes when you cannot." He told him and extended his hand in peace to the young war chief. "But what of my people great father, who shall lead them?" he asked. "Strong Arrow, he is bravest among your warriors, he shall take your place as war chief. Now go and wash off your war paint and grab your provisions before you leave my son." Lone Wolf and Running Deer said their goodbyes and then took leave of little Big Horn. With a heavy heart, Lone Wolf rode away from a life that he had not only come to embrace, but love. He set his star for California, following rivers and mountains that would lead him through Idaho and Nevada before he would eventually hope to come to California. They rested that first night and built a fire to warm them. Hunter had run off when he heard other wolves howling, but Lone Wolf knew that he would return by morning. "Lone Wolf, I know that we have never spoke of this, but we must," he said as his ran his fingers through the long hair of his lover. "What will your father and brother think of me, a Comanche warrior," he asked. "They will love you because I love you Running Deer," he told him and leaned forward to kiss him. "My father is not like the blue coats Running Deer, his heart is forgiving and full of love. He is not a man who judges others like those that we have encounter," he added. "As my father was for you Lone Wolf?" he asked. "Yes and then more. I wish you could have known my mother also, for with my people our mother's are respected and loved deeply," he told him. "They are not just our slaves, but they love and nurture us and we love them Running Deer," he told him and tears filled his eyes as he remembered his own mother. "I never knew who my mother was; a blue coat raped her, my father told me and after I was born... she vanished," he revealed to him for the first time. "Your father was a pale face Running Deer?" "Yes, but I always considered Old Buffalo my father," he said. "To me I am Comanche and not a pale face," he said as if being white were some disease. "But I am a pale face Running Deer, do you hate me," Lone Wolf asked noting Running Deer's hatred. "No my lover, I could never hate you, for you are a mighty war chief of the Comanche people," he proudly said and kissed him. "Enough talk my mate, I'm going for a swim to wash," he told him and took off running. Lone Wolf followed him down to the river where a small waterfall gently fell and he chuckled as he stripped out of his Comanche clothes. He let out a soft sigh at the sight that greeted him. The vision standing in front of him, water cascading over Running Deer's well defined muscles, made it hard for Lone Wolf to breathe. "What you waiting for," Running Deer asked, turning around and smiling at Lone Wolf. "You're afraid of the cold water aren't you?" "No," he said, diving in and resurfacing beside Running Deer. "You're trying to tempt me with your body aren't you?" "Would I do that?" Running Deer asked innocently... seductively to him. "Yes, I think you would," Lone Wolf said pressing Running Deer up against the rocks. With the water pounding down around them, Lone Wolf lowered his head and captured Running Deer's lips with his own. Moaning softly, Lone Wolf rubbed his hips against Running Deer's, their erections pressing together. Running Deer moaned softly against Lone Wolf's lips, rocking his groin against Lone Wolf, increasing the pressure on their rock hard members. Running Deer's hands found their way to Lone Wolf's hips, holding Lone Wolf against him as he rubbed against him. He knew that he wasn't going to last very long at the rate he was going. It had been too long since either of them had any sort of gratification. "Lone Wolf," Running Deer groaned, wrenching his lips away from Lone Wolf's, "I'm not going to last long my lover," he said their gaze intense as they stared at one another. "Me either," Lone Wolf groaned, capturing Running Deer's lips again with his. Running Deer turned around and reached behind to take Lone Wolf's cock into his hand, putting it to his hot pucker. Lone Wolf, already in a mental sexual frenzy, shoved his hard cock deep into his lover's ass. Lone Wolf sped his movements up, moving quicker into Running Deer, feeling his passions build. Within moments, Lone Wolf felt his balls tighten up and within seconds spasms took over his body and his cum shot out and blasted Running Deer's insides. Lone Wolfs release triggered Running Deer's and within moments of his orgasm, Running Deer was arching against him, his own release shooting forth into the cool water. Lone Wolf tried to slow down his heavy breathing as he came down from the ecstasy of his orgasm, but the intensity of the orgasm wouldn't let him. The water pulsating around him washed them, intensifying their sweet afterglow. When Lone Wolf finally felt as though his legs would fully support him he gave Running Deer one last kiss before pulling back, his hands moving slowly over Running Deer's body in a soft caress. He couldn't remember when the last time was that they had such an overwhelming orgasm. "I love you Running Deer, and I am very proud to have you for my mate," he told the young brave. "I love you also my great chief, for you are my world to me," he told him and they kissed as the water cascaded over their bodies. They stood there embracing... kissing...two lovers that had found love's gift of time eternal. Bang! A shot rang out and Running Deer eyes widen before he went limp in Lone Wolf's arms... To be continued... Sorry guys, but I am at a crossroads here and still not clear as to who is and is not going to stay in the story. I'd like your feedback and I can already tell what most will be. Blast me at randyhoward2@yahoo.com thanks, Randy.