We roamed all over the Yellowstone valley and down that river and the two Bighorns and in and out of small forests. We climbed hills and rode into snow-filled valleys beginning to turn green with heavy spring rain. By the time the weather commenced to get warmer, and the rain let up a bit, I had all my scouts camped together west of the Black Hills near the Powder River and I was really starting to worry about getting back in time to go to Oregon with Eveline. It didn’t seem like we was nowhere near finished what we come out to do, and it was already getting on into March. General Gibbon and his infantry was somewhere back west of us, on the other side of the Yellowstone, and Colonel Brisbin was camped out on the Tongue River. So far we’d chased a few straggling Indians off their campground—some Piegans made a little noise but there wasn’t no shooting. We run into a “tribe” of half-breeds, mostly hunters with squaws traveling with them and plenty of whiskey, but they was not hostile and we even spent one day having horse races and cooking enough elk and venison to feed just about everybody.
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