Sabers And... Snippet 7

It was inevitable.

From the journal of William Fowler, First Lieutenant, Regular Army:

When the Indians bolted through their temporary gateways, the narrow spots between the worlds were left behind.

Hundreds of them.

General Crook tried to keep a lid on where the Indians had gotten off to.  But the thaumatologists from Harvard had spilled the beans both by publishing papers and talking to the newspapers about their breakthroughs.

It was, therefore, inevitable that some enterprising person would cast the gate spell fresh on that spot and try to settle on the far side.

Red Dog told us the tale.

While the Sioux were less than thrilled at the 77th's appearance; we at least had come through carrying The Word from Lieutenant General George "Nantan Lupan" Crook.

We'd also come armed to the teeth, not knowing how warm our reception would be.

These naive settlers, though, they'd come prepared to farm.

The Goo Goo hated us whites worse than the Indians.

The old stories about what the damned Redskins would do to a white captive paled to what happened to these settlers.  It was a fate so gruesome that Sgt. Jenkins had to threaten our photographer at gunpoint to record the grisly scene.

The Goo Goo had feasted that day.

If that weren't enough, the settler family appears to have been flayed alive and their near intact skins made into macabre banners flown over their homestead site.  Even the children.

The Goo Goo don't seem to take captives or slaves like the Indians would.