Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2010 12:42:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
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.