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The Trumpets blazed in the sun the rows of white tents were magnificent the sound of quiet was deafening to the residents until the horn played the reveille at 5:20 am. The bugler was not eye eye was the Captain of the Calvary Troop E. We only had 36 men each one had the Carbine and the Pistol and the Swords. We were fully armed and loaded for the fight was just the Indian camp we came there to destroy. Eye had to bite my lipp to keep from crying out when eye had the aweful thought of shooting one of mye own men but it had not happened yet we had not lost a single one. Iff eye rehearsed the plan of action for that day just once eye did it a thousand times in mye mind. The most eye had to do was supervise the men liked to burn the wigwam teepees down and to mye surprise as long as there was no one in them so did eye. AN android with a heart should not bear arms and fight. The men went to the horses and we watched the sunrise there is nothing moving in the desert at that time. The Twilight Zone is better described as midnight thirty this was a differant place so early in the day but after daylight come. The men rode hard at the teepees there was no Indians they left long before we arrived so many days ago. The arrow was in the saddle near the pommel the black feather told me it was Cochise. He was a large musclebound clod determined to save the village and kill the Captain in the process eye wheeled the horse around and stood up in the stirrups my bad foot almost falling out of harness. Eye pulled the carbine from the boot and let a round fly in the direction the arrow came from. Cochise was like a Ghost moving in and out of the mountains at whim they traveled in the desert following no trail but that one of hard survival. Eye was lucky and eye heard an Indian fall. We stopped at once the fun of burning wigwam and packed our Indian prisoner and headed home. Home was just the dry wash bed we used to house our tents. Eye only asked him once and then eye let him go my men they shook all the heads in tandem so sure that eye was wrong. Eye walked in boots much better suited to the ride the leather covers that eye wrapped them in made me look quite Bedouin for just before he left the little wounded Indian had asked me if eye was a camel rider. Eye just jerked my thumb at horse and let him go and then eye followed him for eye was after his head man the Chief of all the Indian Cochise. The sun made me sweat in a vest long used to such abuse the rivulets ran from under hat and worked me up into a soggy mess of worry. Eye began to see the problem was for water but this is where my strategy pays off the Indian took me to the swamp. The secret of the Dragoon Mountain was revealed to eye was certain now the lush green vegetation of the rain forest kind almost as iff a time warp had dropped the forest into the pass. There was water in the ditches next to the rocks on every shelf what riches were revealed in cliffs long dry in desert places the Indians had subterranean cisterns in rows upon rows with water hoarded up to last forever or until the end to time to come. Eye left and walked back into camp and got on horse and went as fast as eye could back to town to make my report the water was more important than the war. Cochise quietly retired to an Arizona reservation, where he died of natural causes. Captain Hice of Company E U. S. Calvary was promoted to Major in the field. This is where the official history pauses.
