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There were, maybe eight of the oddly ugly... people? surrounding Allen.
Not short, but looking like they should be, with blonde hair and blue eyes; but skin as dark as a snake charmer.
"Wood, does everyone have a shot?"
"Yessir."
"Then let's introduce these heathen to how The 77th does war," Lt Fowler announced as he drew the green sword.
It throbbed in his grip. Eager.
It was the most startling thing...
Today wasn't a day for blades, rifles would suffice.
"FIRE!"
Twenty shots cracked and nine Goo Goo fell dead. Allen fell as well, losing his captor's support.
The leader of the native band still stirred, looking shocked. Almost as if he expected Fowler to negotiate or something.
Well, he wasn't going to live long enough to forget that George Crook, and by extension, his men didn't ask for permission to rescue a comrade.
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