“That went well,” the corporal said to his captain.
“At least now we have the supplies we need to continue the mission.” Both men turned to wave at the Sioux chief and his son, who watched them from the edge of their village. The corporal grabbed the reins of the captain’s tethered horse.
“Get Duggs and Bricker when we get back to base, then come back. I don’t trust those savages.”
The captain heaved himself into his saddle.
“Sir, did you warn them that the previous owners of those quilts died of small pox?”
“Why would they need to know that?”
Shamefully true.