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"They know we're here, Major," magery sergeant Harrington reported when he came back from his aerial scout.
"What did you see?" asked Major Beasley, worrying about just how hostile a reception the Sioux might offer.
"Two things, Sir: First, there's three of them just over that rise laying so they can see us, but we can't see them. Second, they didn't even try to hide the wizard eye they sent up to look at me."
Well, thought the major, at least we're not sneaking around.
"Fowler!" We set up camp here until the Sioux deign to come and say hello.
Thank providence that Sheridan and Custer had long since left the service...
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