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Captain Mack Hawkins, Lieutenant Ludlow Dooley and their Kiowa-Comanche Detachment of U.S. Scouts are dispatched to the Arizona Territory, their mission to put a halt to a series of raids on horse ranches. Neither they nor the U.S. Army realize these crimes are connected to a Native-American religion called the Ghost Dance. An Indian prophet is preaching war to the fierce Guerras Apaches living on a reservation in the Tierra Brava Desert. His sermons announce the coming of a messiah who can summon slain Indian warriors back to life. The Prophet promises there will be thousands of these ghost warriors resurrected to massacre all whites that exist.
Hawkins and Ludlow lead the detachment into the hinterlands to kill or capture the horse thieves. But this time out their enemies are fanatical warriors who believe they have been made immortal by the Prophet’s big medicine. Then, as if things aren’t bad enough, there’s a group of white religious zealots who believe the messiah’s appearance on earth is the second coming of Christ. Their eccentric leader, believing the Ghost Dancers are acting as the Almighty’s disciples, gives guns and support to the Apaches.
There’s a bloodbath in the offing ... and Hawkins and his men are damned, no matter what they do to prevent it.
CROSSED ARROWS 2
THE GHOST DANCERS
By Patrick E. Andrews
Copyright © 2016 by the Andrews Family Revocable Trust
First Smashwords Edition: October 2016
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
Cover art © Tony Masero
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Published by Arrangement with the Author’s Agent.
This book is dedicated to the memory of
Satank
A Kiowa warrior who preferred death to prison and proved it.
Excerpt from U.S. Army Regulations of 1890
481. Indians employed as scouts will be enlisted for periods of three years and discharged when the necessity for their services shall cease. While in service they will receive the pay and allowances of cavalry soldiers and an additional allowance of 40 cents per day, provided they furnish their own horses and horse equipments.
482. Department commanders are authorized to appoint the sergeants and corporals for the whole number of enlisted scouts serving in their departments, but such appointments must not exceed the proportion of one first sergeant, five sergeants, and four corporals for every sixty enlisted Indian scouts.
483. The number of Indian scouts allowed to military departments will be announced from time to time in orders from the Headquarters of the Army.
484. The enlistment and reenlistment of Indian scouts will be made under the direction of department commanders. The appointment or mustering of farriers or blacksmiths on the rolls of Indian scouts is illegal.
485. In all cases of enlistment of Indians the full Indian name, and also the English interpretation of the same, will be inserted in the enlistment papers and all subsequent returns and reports concerning them.
Special Note:
The term “orderly room” in the United States Army refers to the headquarters of a company, troop, battery or detachment. It is where the commanding officer and first sergeant (the senior noncommissioned officer) run the outfit.
Prologue
The Guerras Apache Reservation was located on the eastern side of the Tierra Brava Desert in the Arizona Territory. This part of that foreboding land was not dry and scorched as might be expected. Although the sun could be blazing hot, an underground river provided water for numerous oases that dotted the landscape. These pleasant settings consisted of pools of cool water, green grass and palo verde trees along with a smattering of piñon pines. Several varieties of scrub brush also grew abundantly at those sites. These havens attracted animals that provided good hunting for the inhabitants of the reservation.
Besides this natural bounty, the Guerras Apaches received cattle and rations from the United States Government. This consisted of coffee, sugar, cornmeal, flour and bacon. Additionally, they were allotted a payment of two thousand dollars per annum. The tribal leaders distributed this money among the people. All of it was spent at the reservation trading post where the agent stocked cooking utensils, blankets, tools and other necessities.
A scant five years before in 1886 the Guerras had been fighting for their lives and culture in a series of battles that ended in a resounding defeat by the U.S. Army. This was the climax of a decade-long campaign that had been waged with intense cruelty by both sides. Only unendurable suffering forced the Guerras to surrender after being driven into the unforgiving interior of the desert. The people were worn down to pitiful poverty and starvation with no place available for sanctuary. Their ancient culture faded away in the disaster. All the elders perished from hunger and illness, thus much of the tribe’s lore and traditions were lost forever.
The sunset was in its last fading stages as a large pile of mesquite wood burned brightly in a shallow arroyo on the Guerras Apache Indian Reservation. A little less than a hundred Indian men of various ages were seated in a large semi-circle, facing the flames. The devastating results to their traditions were evidenced by their attire of “civilized” garb. Every man sported a wide brimmed hat, flannel shirt and cotton duck trousers. The traditional moccasins they used to wear had been replaced by boots purchased at the agency store. This was the final insult to these Apaches who were no longer fighting men. The only indication of their former lives was the long hair that flowed down to their shoulders.
The reason for this gathering was to hear an important revelation from a stranger who had appeared in their midst on that same day. The speaker was a charismatic Apache from another tribe who displayed an aura of mystery and great medicine. Although a complete unknown, his strong personality had awed the people the moment he appeared.
The stranger was a handsome man, tall and muscular, who was dressed in the traditional Apache way. He had a look of power and authority as he walked among the wickiups, speaking to as many of the men as possible. He promised them deliverance from the disgrace of defeat. He told the former warriors he would reveal more details at a powwow out in the desert that evening.
Now, standing before the fire, he had one hell of an oration to deliver to them. He spoke loudly in a firm voice of confidence and conviction. “Listen well, my brothers, for I am the Prophet. The Great Life Giver has given me a sacred undertaking to spread the word among all Indians that he is sending a messiah to win us back our land, our freedom and our dignity! I begin this sacred deliverance with this visit to you; the Guerras Apaches. Hear me, my brothers, for this will be the second time the Great Life Giver has sent forth the Messiah. The first time he appeared, the whites killed him. And after they killed him, they cut down the forests, plowed up the land, and destroyed all the animals the Great Life Giver had put on earth for the Indians.”
One of the men, a warrior named Halkon stood up and spoke in a voice that quivered with emotion. “Will the Great Life Giver destroy the whites for us? Will he kill them all? Will he make them disappear?”
“No!” the Prophet exclaimed. “He wants you to kill them!”
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bsp; Another fighting man called Kuchiyo got to his feet. “How can we kill them, brother? They have defeated us and ground us into the dirt. Some of us spent time in the whites’ prisons far away from here. They are plentiful beyond that of the stars. They have everything and we have nothing. We are weak and number only a few.”
The Prophet raised his hands above his head, looking up into the night sky before turning his gaze back to the audience. “You will become strong and numerous. Strong and numerous! Because the Messiah will resurrect all the warriors who died fighting the whites. The dead will reappear on earth as living men. They will join you in this holy war.” He paused for long moments, to let their minds digest this momentous declaration. When he spoke once more, his words shocked the crowd. “Those that are raised up cannot be killed again! And you will be impervious to the whites’ bullets!”
Halkon spoke up in a whisper of reverence. “Then can we kill and kill until all the whites are dead?”
“Yes! But only your people can call the Messiah to do the bidding of the Great Life Giver.”
Halkon and Kuchiyo, both puzzled, looked at each other. Halkon asked, “How can we do that? It is impossible, brother!”
The Prophet showed a smile of sincere sanguinity. “You will call him back with Ghost Dances. You will sing a song at the Ghost Dances to beckon your saviors back to this world where you now suffer. The dead will hear your call and return to you.”
“We have but a few horses,” Kuchiyo pointed out. “How can we do battle without enough horses?”
“You must steal what you need from the white ranchers,” the Prophet informed him. “The Great Life Giver will watch over you in this time of preparation.”
Halkon was close to weeping, but he controlled his emotions as would a true warrior. “Where do you come from, Prophet?”
“I come from the Great Life Giver. And this I tell you. He will not send us the Messiah if you drink whiskey. You must stop! Whiskey is a poison the whites use to make Indians crazy and pathetic. I warn you now! Do not drink whiskey! If you see any man of the Guerras tribe drunk, you must punish him. Will you swear to this?”
Halkon spoke loudly. “I swear it!”
“And I!” echoed Kuchiyo.
Other shouts of “I swear it” came from the assembled men.
The Prophet was satisfied. “By taking that oath you have changed from reservation captives to warriors. Warriors!”
The assembled men felt a collective surge of optimism as the Prophet began chanting the Ghost Dance song.
“Hear us Great Life Giver, we have suffered shame and defeat!
Hear us Great Life Giver, our world is destroyed by the whites!
Hear us Great Life Giver, send the Messiah! Send the ghost warriors!
Hear us Great Life Giver, we are ready for vengeance and deliverance!”
Chapter One
The Kiowa-Comanche Scout Detachment of the U.S. Scouts was located at the Indian agency near Fort Lone Wolf, Indian Territory. The unit was under the command of Captain Mack Hawkins, and had recently returned from a fighting expedition in the Rocky Mountains. Not long after they returned to their home garrison several significant changes occurred.
The first revision ordered the transfer of the scout unit from the agency to the garrison of Fort Lone Wolf. That meant they would perform their duties in accordance with Army and post regulations. They would dwell among white soldier’s families in an area called Soap Suds Row. And, like the whites, they would have the same type of two-room quarters.
The detachment quickly prepared for the move, packing belongings and taking down lodges. However, there was a rather sensitive problem that had to be taken care of first. Since polygamy was illegal in the United States, the post commander Major Thomas Berringer ordered that each scout could only take one of his wives to live with him in the garrison. This brought about a hurried conference between Captain Hawkins and his senior noncommissioned officer Sergeant Eagle Heart. Those two stalwarts decided that each scout would send one wife to live on his agency farm, taking all her children. The woman chosen to become an army wife would be transferred to Fort Lone Wolf with her brood. Several spats broke out among the women when choices were made, but the heavy hands of Indian husbands quickly settled those disagreements.
When all was ready, Captain Hawkins and Lieutenant Ludlow Dooley, along with the scouts, loaded their gear into quartermaster wagons to take property, wives and children to Fort Lone Wolf.
Hawkins and Ludlow, who had been living in tents, were given quarters located in the garrison on Officers Row. They each had a house made up of two rooms and a kitchen, though the captain’s was slightly larger.
There was a bit of a culture clash in the Indian households, since the scout’s wives had no idea how to cook on a stove. But luckily their oldest daughters had been taught that skill in the agency schoolteacher’s home. The girls quickly demonstrated the proper culinary skills to their mothers.
The post quartermaster provided further aid when he supplied the Indian families with brooms, buckets, pots, pans, skillets, and other domestic implements for the use of the women.
The Indian children of these families would no longer attend the agency school and would be getting their educations at the garrison schoolhouse. All the kids were fluent in the English language and had no trouble adapting to this change. Happily, neither white nor Indian children had any social or ethnical problems as they became playmates. The Indian boys took to baseball with gusto and several of them became the best players. The post schoolmaster found that boys will be boys no matter what, and the Indian girls became his best students the same as the white girls.
The Scout Detachment, being a military unit, was assigned an empty building as a combination orderly and supply room. Hawkins and Ludlow each had a desk and cabinets, which made tending to their paperwork much easier than it had been at the Indian Agency encampment. The other two buildings they needed— the ordnance storehouse and stables— were shared with other units at the garrison. This arrangement afforded them security for their weapons and ammunition. There was also the advantage of keeping their horses under roofs rather than outside in a corral.
From that point on, the scouts lived and worked as other soldiers in the United States Army. Their senior noncommissioned officer Sergeant Eagle Heart formed them up early each duty day, and marched them from their quarters over to the garrison area to begin a day of soldiering. They lived by the various bugle calls beginning with reveille and ending with call to quarters in a predictable schedule. The scouts were particularly happy when mess call was sounded by the post bugler. The rapid staccato of his musical instrument meant it was time to go to the mess hall for their mid-day meals.
The only thing hanging over their heads was the recent notice of a possible mission for them in the Arizona Territory. This had come some weeks earlier just after their arrival back at Fort Lone Wolf from Montana. Unfortunately, Captain Hawkins wasn’t able to get much information about the deployment. Lieutenant Ted Biltmore the post adjutant only knew that a possibility of a mission was in the works.
The people on the Guerras Apache Indian Reservation were busy preparing for the coming Ghost Dances. The tribal medicine man Pasimo had fallen completely under the spell of the Prophet. The pair did all the planning and preparation for the coming ceremonies. They found a spot away from the village in a hidden rocky gorge that was a perfect location for such a deeply religious ritual. Several teenage girls were given the task of sweeping the sandy ground with branches to make the dancing easier. When the task was done, Pasimo performed a purifying ceremony at the site. He spread sacred earth around the area while chanting words that only he and the Great Life Giver could understand.
The men prepared for the holy war by giving close attention to their personal arms and ammunition. This weaponry was given them as part of the treaty after their defeat. Unfortunately, the arms were obsolete single-shot Springfield Model 1870 .50 caliber carbines formerly used by
the Army. The Apaches, now considering themselves warriors again, complained to both the Prophet and Pasimo that the weapons were not adequate for going on the warpath. The enemy would have much newer and better weapons. This meant it would take more time to kill off the whites. But the Prophet assured them there was nothing to worry about; the Great Life Giver would provide a solution in his own way.
Most of the time now, the warriors of the tribe sat around talking excitedly about the great adventure that awaited them. The women kept the camp running by doing their usual chores. Between their tasks, the wives also prepared the traditional clothing of their tribe for their men in this holiest of holy wars. They went to secret hiding places, bringing out the forbidden headbands, breechclouts, boot-length moccasins and medicine pouches.
The atmosphere on the reservation hummed with a hushed, but zealous anticipation.
Back at Fort Lone Wolf, another blessing occurred for the scout detachment that was the result of their accomplishments in Montana. This was the arrival of five Winchester 73 rifles. The weapons were part of twelve that the Northern Plains Railway System had purchased for use by Pinkerton Detectives originally hired to protect the railroad workers. Unfortunately, the private policemen suffered so many casualties that their bosses pulled them out of the project. They returned the Winchesters to the Northern Plains Railway and headed back east to their home office.
When the Kiowa-Comanche Scout Detachment showed up in the Montana Rocky Mountains, they were tasked with battling snipers. These bushwhackers were firing at surveyors laying out tracks in the mountains. For some unknown reason they did not want a railroad running through that particular area.
It wasn’t long before Captain Hawkins discovered his unit was outgunned by the outlaws. The scouts had single-shot Springfield Model 1890 carbines that were regular army issue. The Railroad quickly gave them seven of the superior Winchester 73 Rifles. The detachment used these weapons and, after accomplishing the mission, was allowed to keep them.
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