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The ambush had worked like a charm! Hundreds upon hundreds of mounted warriors had hid in the gulches between the forested ridges near the hated fort that guarded the Road of Thieves which cut right through the Powder River hunting grounds.

The decoy group had attacked the wood cutters from the fort. Predictably, the soldiers in the fort had sent a relief force thundering across the ice-caked plains towards the ensuing skirmish. The decoy warriors had feigned cowardice, fast enough to make it look like a hurried retreat, yet slow enough to make sure the horse soldiers would try to move in for the kill.

All the while the Lakota and Cheyenne fighting men - and women - had silently waited in the gullies. Not one had sprung the trap too early. Maybe it was the freezing temperatures that had made everbody whish so hard to make this one big fight the one that would decide the matter.

Finally the signal had been given, and all of a sudden the warriors had swarmed out of their hiding places! There had been a vision that the warriors would kill a hundred soldiers. It surely looked like a force of a hundred soldiers they had faced. The fighting had been fast and savage. Quarter was neither given nor expected. The horse soldiers had been followed by foot soldiers. In their greed for taking the scalps of the brave decoy warriors, the horse soldiers had galloped far in advance of the struggling foot soldiers. The warriors had quickly surrounded and beaten them. Panicked, the surviving horse soldiers had scurried back to the foot soldiers. The rout had become a gruesome chase. One by one they had felled the hated bluecoats. The last of them had now sought refuge among a formation of rocks between the snowy pines, hoping to make a stand.

But Eagle Road Woman and Hawk Woman had already been waiting for them there.  Eagle Road Woman had cast off her warm buffalo robe and sent arrow after arrow into the thick mass of panicked, writhing and falling bluecoats. The cold was cutting into her skin as she emptied her quiver. Two of the last bluecoats who were still mounted galloped through the pines right towards her and Hawk Woman!  

She loosed another arrow, aiming at one of the riders but missed. Her hands were getting numb from the cold.

" Ná-ná'tȯsėhe'onávose...", [My hands are cold...], she mumbled to herself, reaching for another arrow. Her next arrow hit the horse of one of the bluecoat riders. It reared, throwing the frightened rider off.  She smiled grimly. Better than nothing! If it only wasn't so  awfully cold!

As he scrambled back on his feet she unleashed her last arrow, aiming straight for his head! The vé'ho'e stumbled, and her arrow only hit his hat, taking it with it into the snow.

" Matse!"[crap! ], she hissed. Her arrows depleated now, she cast away her archer gear and grabbed her gunstock club. Now she had to get this one up-close! Dashing through the snow, she quickly cast an envious glance over to Hawk Woman who was standing by the war ponies, comfortably ensconced in a five point blanket capote. That buffalo robe which you couldn't fight in had been a silly idea!

" He'anó'o'xeha!" [Go get him!], Hawk Woman shouted!

Determined, she closed in on the disoriented ve'ho'e! It was the bugler, the man who gave the signals for the other bluecoats with his yellow metal broadflute! She would silence him forever, here and now! Panicked, the bluecoat raised a pistol at her, but his thick, gloved fingers, failed to pull the trigger in time. The next moment she slammed the broad side of her club into the vé'ho'e with a shrieking yell! He slammed backwards into the snow as Eagle Road Woman dropped the big club and reached for her scalping knife. With a hoarse scratching sound, the blade was pulled from its hard-leather sheath, beamed for a split-second high in the dying evening sun and then thrust down on the enemy. A final leap, and Eagle Road Woman was upon him!

Like it or not, distance was, after all, a woman warrior's best friend as close combat with enemy men was a dangerous thing. Many men were frighteningly strong as she had learned in a rather shocking way several summers ago when she had had a close fight with a cornered, hatchet-wielding brute of a Pawnee warrior. It had taken the quick help of another two fighting sisters who had finally wrestled him down and smashed in his ugly, shaven skull. But this one was different, a boy rather, paralyzed with mortal fear! He tried to swing his metal broadflute at her, but she simply grabbed his hand and pressed it backwards into the snow. Defenseless he lay beneath her as she straddled him and plunged her knife right into his blue-clad chest!

A cry, first silent, then louder and louder with shock and pain, rose from his grotesquely wide open mouth, his eyes almost popping out of his pale face. She thrust the blade a bit deeper into his chest, just enough to cause him unspeakable terror and pain but not deep enough to kill him yet. She didn't feel the cold any more in this moment of triumph. She relished the moment, eagerly drinking the boundless terror from his wide open eyes. She knew that he knew that she was going to kill him right now! She looked down at his alien clothing which seemed to cover, layer upon layer, every little part of his body. The fact that he didn't wear a breechclout made him look pathetic and unmanly. His enclosed-rump-leggings reminded her of the bloomers which could be observed on white women when they were captured on the warpath and  sometimes their skirts came off. She felt his legs kicking beneath her, the hard, cold whiteman-leather of his ve'ho'e hightop-mocassins feebly slapping against her freezing behind. She bowed down closer to him, savoring the brutal intimacy of the moment to the fullest.

"Please... don't...!", the unintelligible squeamish sounds seemed to plead with her. What a fool.

"Shhhh...!" she cautioned him not to ruin this magic moment. He didn't understand. As his quivering lips tried to form ever new pleas for mercy, she gently cooed him into silence and, slowly leaning forward, putting all her weight on the blade, pushed it slowly down into him to the hilt.

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On this very day, at this very moment, exactly 150 years ago, Lakota and Cheyenne warriors annihilated Captain Wiliam Fetterman and his force of 80 soldiers just outside Fort Phil Kearney in what would later become Wyoming. It is said that the bugler, corporal Adolph Metzger, fought with his bugle after he had run out of ammunition and died last.

The battle, then dubbed the Fetterman Massacre, was the biggest defeat of American troops at the hands of Plains Indians ever and remains the second biggest defeat of US forces on the plains after the battle of the Little Bighorn. It was a decisive blow that helped win Red Cloud's war, the only Indian War that ever ended in a strategic US retreat.

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments: 21

weedhopperps51 [2018-05-30 12:42:53 +0000 UTC]

I love to revisit these pieces again and again!.......Nothing like taking out the bugler!........That's a really nice kill for her!

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Lookoo In reply to weedhopperps51 [2018-07-28 11:41:32 +0000 UTC]

Ah nope, not our style

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pierrepju [2018-03-03 15:13:20 +0000 UTC]

After the mortal fight the woman warrior not take any trophy by the young trooper? His tall cavalry boots or his blond scalp?

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Harry-Cake [2017-11-03 16:34:10 +0000 UTC]

I like how you described the way she relished slowly killing him. Very well written.

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Lookoo In reply to Harry-Cake [2017-11-13 17:16:42 +0000 UTC]

Yeah, I guess unleashing our inner sadist in the virtual realm should be harmless and okay. Mostly harmless? Ah, anyway...

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QueenOfEveryone [2017-11-01 04:38:19 +0000 UTC]

Silenced

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HelenaNovakova In reply to QueenOfEveryone [2017-12-02 16:20:50 +0000 UTC]

Yes, she silenced a male soldier in very pleasant way for her, it is very erotic to see when the young males are being killed under and through women. So it is pleasing and encouraging picture. I believe it shows the manner how a lot of males really died in this war and not only there.

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Lookoo In reply to QueenOfEveryone [2017-11-13 17:15:10 +0000 UTC]

Definitely.

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werejaguar [2016-12-23 04:56:11 +0000 UTC]

yes I remembered the history channel special on that Fetterman said that give him 80 men and he could wipe the whole Sioux nation.  They did and he got them all killed.  Cocky bastard

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Lookoo In reply to werejaguar [2016-12-24 10:52:09 +0000 UTC]

It looks like an early Little Bighorn, right? "Give me 80 men" - "Give me 80 bucks" - "give me 80 minutes",  its a running gag among Indian Wars enthusiast.

Funny thing is, he likely never said that and got scapegoated after death by ppl who wanted to salvage the reputation of others who were implicated in the affair. Margaret Carrington, widow of the much-blamed fort commander Carrington, was the first to claim Fetterman made this boast - many decades after the fact. Recent scholarship suggests that Fetterman was a prudent officer whon didn't take rash decisions. But under him served a man called Cpt. Grummond. He was the rash one. Today most scholars and buffs believe it was Grummond who rushed into the trap and Fetterman cursed his luck and tried to save the skin of the foolhardy comrades - to his death.

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werejaguar In reply to Lookoo [2016-12-25 21:55:42 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for this, I had not known that.  I don't doubt it though and can you blame people, especially with men like Custer running around at that time, and others boasting their manliness and their abilities in battle.  I read that 50 years after Gettysburg that a million men from both sides claimed to have fought there, which clearly is not the case.  It really does not surprise me that boasting and scapegoating would happen after that fiasco.

Also weren't the last two men standing were the scouts who were armed with lever action rifles while most of Fetterman's men armed with single shot weapons of some sort?

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Lookoo In reply to werejaguar [2017-07-12 08:28:56 +0000 UTC]

Yes, that's correct, two of them had Henry Rifles and probably killed quite a few warriors before being done in. Interesting info on the "Gettysburg veterans!...

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werejaguar In reply to Lookoo [2017-07-13 23:46:35 +0000 UTC]

You're welcome, I think that many wanted to say they were there because it is the most important battle of that war.  Also back then I can imagine how difficult it was to prove that.  Records especially with the South probably did not last long and water damage and fires happened all the time. 

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Hawkeye752 [2016-12-22 19:48:16 +0000 UTC]

Good story line based on fact.

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Lookoo In reply to Hawkeye752 [2016-12-22 20:31:07 +0000 UTC]

Thanks!

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weedhopperps51 [2016-12-22 14:25:36 +0000 UTC]

One of my favorite pieces by you yet!.........Everything from the story to the straddle to her expression as she savors his fear and watches his face closely as she slowly brings about his death!.........She could have finished him quickly with her gunstock club but obviously she had something else in mind!

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Lookoo In reply to weedhopperps51 [2016-12-22 20:30:54 +0000 UTC]

Yyyuppp.

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paws4thot [2016-12-22 10:41:20 +0000 UTC]

I think the story is better than the image, but that's actually a compliment on how well written this story is.

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Lookoo In reply to paws4thot [2016-12-22 18:46:29 +0000 UTC]

Oookay, thanks!

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Blades-123 [2016-12-22 02:48:25 +0000 UTC]

Stunning image, amazing environment, great posing, and a superb story too.

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Lookoo In reply to Blades-123 [2016-12-22 18:45:15 +0000 UTC]

Thank you!

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