The Return of the Mack
Chapter 1: Life After Custer

Copyright© 2016 by BUICK GS

Western Sex Story: Chapter 1: Life After Custer - We will be looking in on the life of Buffalo Soldier Sgt. Mack Shaft. Mack and the men he mustered out of the Army intend to get on with their lives after the Civil War. Our story begins with Mack fighting to get out of the Army. Their final destination is somewhere out west. But you never know where you might end up living. New codes to be added as needed. No sex in this opening Chapter.

Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Western   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Daughter   Black Male   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Black Couple   White Couple  

Sgt. Mack Shaft sat on his hoSgt. Mack Shaft sat on his horse knowing that his days in the Union Army were almost over. His Capt., Adders Custer, had spent the last seven months trying to make the lives of the Buffalo Soldiers as miserable as he could every day since he inherited them. Capt. Custer hated the Buffalo Soldiers because of the color of their skin first of all, and that they seemed to get things done when ordered to, was just another reason to hate them all the more. Because they were segregated they suffered no large losses of life like some of Capt. Custer’s other troops. Capt. Custer made no secret that he hated the Buffalo Soldiers, so much so that he tended to be near them to supervise what he called their lazy ass actions, from what he thought was a somewhat safe distance of course. Sometimes causing more work, having to save the sorry Captain from his own stupidity. Though he rarely said word one to Sgt. Shaft, after he learned the hard way Sgt. Shaft knew how to handle his men in both battle and at rest, his own way.

Capt. Custer had fined Sgt. Shaft repeatedly anyway, and every which way that he could. He was sure they were slacking off while in battle, and this dumb-ass thinking had nearly got him and a few others killed more than once. As he became a target that had to be saved for trying to be just that nosy as to the actions of the Buffalo Soldiers, even though most of their missions were sometimes almost suicidal like in the things that were asked of them. For the most part they still managed to accomplish most of these missions.

When there was a loss of one of the Buffalo Soldiers they buried their own with no help from any of the regular soldiers. Most of their fellow soldiers respected these men, as they stayed to themselves and traded most of their leave from camp with others for a small fee with others who could actually enjoy the time in the towns they would be near. They always volunteered for KP duty. Most of their fellow soldiers thought volunteering for Kitchen Patrol, and turning down weakend leave were just too stupid to be described with words. What most very smart officers, and soldiers didn’t realize was that the Buffalo Soldiers were the most fed, best dressed and outfitted units in the whole company. Plus they were aware of every piece of equipment the company had at all times, this really became useful after the company arrived at Fort Washington.

Some soldiers were wondering if they were indeed gay, as they kept to themselves so much. They went out of their way not to cause trouble, but after those who caused them trouble ended up hurt badly soon after whatever happened, folks let them be in non-battle situations. As they proved they were a top flight fighting force you just wanted to be near to help them fight, as they didn’t leave any survivors in their wake, and they always had ammo when nobody else did.

When Sgt. Shaft was questioned about how they managed to have so much extra ammunition, he said. “We have practiced enough to hit what we aim at, as we all want to be alive and well when this damn war ends. When the shooting starts we always seem to be where the action is, I have learned the more you kill with one shot, the less ammo you need. But we never fail to draw our share of ammo. It is better to have and not need, than to need and not have, Sir.”

“Shaft, that uniform that you are wearing looks as though it is brand-new Sgt. Shaft, how is that so? More importantly Sgt., you and your group seems to have either grown in size, and not shrunk down like some others have around here, do you have a ready answer for this also?” Capt. Custer asked.

“Sir, my men, and I wash our uniforms more carefully than others, and we all know how to sew very well to repair our uniforms. Lastly, Sir, you have us working when others are not, plus we don’t make use of most of our leave time as we don’t smoke or drink alcohol. You know we can’t go into the saloons by your own orders, Sir.” Sgt. Shaft said. (What Sgt. Shaft failed to mention is they often switched out repaired uniforms for new uniforms, by volunteering for KP duty they ate before, during and after the meal. Shaft’s men used to bitch and moan about KP duty until he was able to show them the benefits of a full stomach. They also bitched about giving up off time until they seemed to get little things from the supply depot, and nobody was there to bother them about working too hard, either. So other than being trapped in the Fort they were on leave also.

Sgt. Shaft had bought three big Conestoga wagons that a grateful settler willingly sold to him cheaply along with a team of eighteen young and strong Missouri mules after the Buffalo Soldiers saved his little wagon train from some bad men intent on robbing and killing anyone that they came across. It was only partially loaded with supplies that Sgt. Shaft was glad that he found when he and his men thoroughly checked the three wagons out. Sgt. Shaft used the foodstuffs at the Fort knowing he could replace the foodstuffs in the remaining few months he had left in the Army, plus add to his wagon’s load courtesy of the U.S. Army during this time.

Thanks to Sgt. Shaft they were ordering much more ammunition among other things, more than necessary for the Fort’s needs. But as the Sgt in-charge of supply, Sgt. Nixon was just marking the days until he mustered out as well, in addition, Sgt. Nixon was doing the same thing on a smaller scale for different reasons than Sgt. Shaft. Shaft’s activities were going for the most part unbeknownst to Sgt. Nixon, as he couldn’t see the real big picture as to Shaft’s activities.

So Sgt. Nixon didn’t need any extra attention for what he was up to in the supply depot coming to light, as this unwanted attention would end his sideline job, as well as his freedom. Sgt. Nixon had put away a few things for himself and for a few fellows he had that had been paying him for few extra things from supply over the last year or so. Sgt. Nixon was unaware of everything extra that was being ordered in his name, as he enjoyed ordering Sgt. Shaft around after the Buffalo Soldiers took the time to straighten out the supply depot after Capt. Custer ordered them to do so as a form of punishment. And to further his ability to freely order supplies, Shaft was very subservient to Sgt. Nixon who had been a Sergeant for much longer than Shaft, who just attained the rank of Sergeant within the last three months. Sgt. Nixon referred to Sgt. Shaft as his flunky, as in the role of flunky Shaft was ordered take the new order forms to Capt. Custer personally. And when the new supplies would come in the lowly Buffalo Soldiers would be required to put away the new supplies. Which they did, and after lights out while others were sleeping, they moved the supplies they wanted to the wagons quietly. The Captain was happy with this arrangement, as both of the Sergeants were as well, though for vastly different reasons. Shaft was the happiest of the three men, as he needed the other two to help him and his men.

Now for the truth about the wagons, the Buffalo Soldiers were forced by the good Capt. Custer to escort a small wagon train for a seven-day trip to meet up with the rest of the their wagon train. When the robbers met their bloody end, the last one was gut shot and in exchange for some mercy he told where to find the spoils of their gang. He forgot to mention the two men guarding the camp in the woods, though, for this little omission he may have been still painfully alive that night, when the scavengers showed up for the free meals left for them to enjoy. The two of the three wagons there were stuffed to almost overloading, with one almost empty Shaft marked the one he wanted. It took the remaining sixteen days they were gone to inventory the contents of all of the things within all of the wagons and divvy it all up. As there was a large strong box filled with double eagle coins, many of the young men chose to be paid rather than fight over the many items. Shaft didn’t argue with them, he only asked for $500 out the $15,000 in the strong box. Shaft told his men “If you brag about this it will be taken from us, we have to hide it in plain sight until we can all muster out of the Army.” As hard as it seemed, there was not much loose talk about the wagons because each man understood that greed was as much a weapon as any of the guns that they faced in battle. Since none of these men believed in drinking alcohol, it was a lot easier to keep their mouths closed about their situation. That is if Capt. Custer didn’t get them killed with his desire for greatness.

Sgt. Shaft always just looked so pissed off, mumbling all the way to the Captain’s office. By the time Capt. Custer had yelled at Sgt. Shaft as to why he was standing in his office, amongst other things he blindly signed invoices to put the orders through. Custer was thinking that by browbeating Shaft he was on top of everything going on within the fort. After a few times of this, Sgt. Shaft tuned the Captain out as he knew the whole routine by now, and had no troubles getting what he wanted. Sgt Nixon was under the impression that the Conestoga wagons in question belonged to the Captain, and the Captain thought the wagons were part of the supply depot, so neither went near it because Sgt. Shaft said the order came from the Captain, Shaft knowing the short-timing Sgt. Nixon didn’t want any trouble about how he ran the supply depot, as he was leaving the same day as both Sergeant’s Shaft and Rodgers. Capt. Custer was so arrogant he hardly left his office unless it was something so necessary that he had to, thus the wagons sat untouched by anyone other than those who were loading them, which occurred more and more now the end was so near. The Buffalo Soldiers not on guard duty all quietly helped to load the wagons the last two nights before the morning they would be mustering out.

Capt. Custer knew enough to know those Buffalo Soldiers alone, had a lot to do with the Captain’s bars resting on his shoulders, although he would never admit this fact to himself, let alone anyone else. Capt. Custer’s latest issue was that he himself had six more months of active duty, but Sgt. Shaft and the rest of the Buffalo Soldiers were due to leave in just a few days. He had no mission to send them on as most of them just came in off patrol. But it was his intention to get them out next week as soon as the replacement troops arrived. The replacements were a week overdue.

Capt. Custer had begun to pressure all the men to reenlist, but the Buffalo Soldiers were his real targets. The Captain really wanted the Buffalo Soldiers to reenlist for another tour, as he felt that his position would have much, more, safety involved, for his six remaining months, if the Buffalo Soldiers, were still enlisted in the Union Army. While he did get some takers on his offer to reenlist, none of the men reenlisting was any of the black Buffalo Soldiers. None of the Buffalo Soldiers would willingly reenlist. Capt. Custer was thinking that none of these men had no clue when they were supposed to be mustering out of the Army, so he told them there was a mix up, and their mustering out date, was really six months later. By telling the men of this new wrinkle, Capt. Custer finally began to relax, about these last six months. Capt. Custer smiled, knowing he had finally put one over on Sgt. Shaft, as Shaft had proven to be as smart as a West Point Lawyer sometimes. The big hitch in Capt. Custer’s get along was the fact his Company was so near Washington D. C. a General Will Palmenter had ordered Capt. Custer into his office the morning that most of Custer’s company was mustering out, and his new faces that were overdue finally arrived that morning as Capt. Custer was leaving to meet Gen. Palmenter. “Adders, how did your black soldiers work out? There are more than a few wanting to know if they were good soldiers to take south to finish breaking up the last of the Confederate thinking.” General Palmenter asked as Capt. Custer sat down in his office. “My darkie soldiers have done what was told of them without any trouble, and then some. They blindly listen to me, just to stay on my good side.” Captain Custer said, laughing.

“When are they due to get out, Captain?” the General asked.

“They are really due to get out this morning in fact, but I told them their out date was pushed back six months. They have not asked to see their papers, and the chances of them having their original papers are slim to none, it is not like they can read them anyway.” Captain Custer said.

“Good, good, come with me, I want to show you where to bring the men in the morning. The sooner we get them away from here, the less likely they will catch onto your mistake. I want to use them to help take the south apart. That is the new job I am giving you to do, you can keep whatever spoils you can find. But you know I didn’t say that, thus you didn’t hear that either. Plus this outfit will be led by a cousin of yours, a General George Custer, he asked for you based on some letters you two have been exchanging. When you and your men sign in or make their mark in the next week, you and your men will become part of the 7th Cavalry.” General Palmenter said. “Your new term will be for two years.”

Capt. Custer was a little nervous about the new enlistment, but his cousin George had always been so lucky. The Captain could see replacing the Captain’s Bars with the Stars belonging to generals if he teamed up with his cousin George.

The two officers went to lunch, and discussed what the Captain’s new duties were going to be. By the time the Captain returned to the base camp he was more than a little tipsy. He took a nap that lasted until he was awakened for dinner, so he still had no idea what all has happened since he was enjoying his day with the General. First of all, Sgt. Rodgers convinced Sgt. Nixon to stick around another day, even though today was his last day. But as Sgt. Nixon had more than a few dollars waiting to be issued waiting in the payroll the new company of men brought unknowingly. They thought they were bringing mostly resupplies. If it had been common knowledge it would never have made it to the Fort. Sgt. Nixon needed to stay close at hand to ensure that he got his money, and staying an extra day as an active soldier was just the ticket he needed. In addition to all this sudden good luck, Sgt. Rodgers agreed to cover for him today as long as he covered for Sgt. Rodgers tomorrow. Everyone was very happy. Sgt. Rodgers mustered out all of the Buffalo Soldiers as they had the correct papers in hand to do so, along with all the rest the men who were out in the morning. The Buffalo Soldiers left with two of their wagons, the other one would leave as soon as Sgt Shaft could complete his business with the good Captain Custer. Even though Captain Custer had no idea they had business to attend to, yet. This may be where the ole saying ‘You snooze you loose’ started.

“How did things go around here while I was meeting with General Palmenter, Sergeant Rodgers? I hope your last day was an easy one, with no issues to report?”

“Captain, everyone was orderly with today’s transitions. I was hoping you could sign my papers, as I can’t sign myself out and the new Sgt. won’t be here until tomorrow afternoon. I would like to get any early start in the morning.” Sgt. Rodgers said.

After thinking about it he willingly signed both sets of papers, one of them being his copy, and he hoped in two years his getting out of the Army would be just as smooth. “Sergeant Buck Rodgers, it has been a pleasure serving with you. I hope you can put this war behind you. I sure do hope that in two years from now my exit will be as smooth as yours is in the morning. I wish I was getting out with you, these last two years are going to last forever until it is my turn to leave the Army.” Capt. Custer said.

“Capt., I would like to leave at first light in the morning, as Sgt. Nixon said that he is not leaving until tomorrow afternoon as he is enjoying his last night in town, and I am covering for him tonight. He is in town enjoying his last night here with his friends who got out today, Captain.” Sergeant Rodgers said.

“I am in a great mood, Sgt. Rodgers, I will grant this request as I already have my marching orders, as more soldiers will be arriving in the morning and half this Fort will soon be on the move to join up with the 7th Calvary.”

The supply depot had been raided quietly all day in the confusion of all the comings and goings of the day’s events. Sgt. Shaft paid a visit to Capt. Custer’s office after lights out and relieved his safe of all the valuables he found in there. The last wagon with the Buffalo Soldiers had left just after midnight, with Amos Butler driving and Sergeants Shaft and Rodgers riding along on each side of the wagon, and left the Fort heading in a southwesterly direction to join the rest of the Buffalo Soldiers.

Although his group started out with over 20 men, which is just a handful of the ranks who call themselves Buffalo Soldiers, by the time Sgt. Shaft and Amos Butler left Fort Washington for the last time the number of Buffalo Soldiers was down to 15 including Sgt. Shaft. With a hunter’s moon they rode all night to put as much distance as possible between here and the Fort. Sgt. Shaft had watched several other freight wagons both coming and going in the very busy day, with much more traffic then would be considered normal. Rodgers and Shaft thought if they got far enough away from Fort Washington they would be home free, with all the traffic of the last couple days, Custer would have to be about the luckiest man ever born to wrap this up quickly, as he had new orders to move soon as a new commanding officer was also due inside of a week. Custer was going to need to wrap this up to keep his rank or he could end up busted down to a Private, a hell of a fall from a Captain. But Mack Shaft sure hoped he fell hard behind the late night visit that emptied his office of both payroll and Custer’s own money stored there.

The sun was burning bright that morning when the shit began to hit the fan. Mack, Buck, and Amos had caught up to the rest of the Buffalo Soldiers and had got a few hours sleep. All three men were still sleepy, but each man was up and riding on a wagon seat next to a driver, heading away from the Army life that every man in this little group, for whatever the reason, had come to hate. In the meantime back at Fort Washington, things were surely much different today than yesterday. Starting with breakfast, there was barely enough breakfast foodstuffs to feed the entire Fort, and the quality of the taste was different to those who had breakfast the day before. When Capt. Custer finished with breakfast he asked to see Sgt. Nixon. “Sgt., what was with breakfast, while it wasn’t the worse I had ever tasted, it has been a while since the Buffalo Soldiers turned out a breakfast like that. Hell, they turned out better than that in the middle of a war zone with things they just threw together, apologizing that that was all they had to work with.”

“Well Sir, if you are speaking of the darkie soldiers, they all mustered out including paying for the mounts they were assigned and some pack mules that they paid top dollar for, too. I made them pay extra cause they was darkies, but that damn Sgt. Shaft just mumbled under his breath as he paid, but pay he did.” Sgt. Nixon said.


“He mustered out but didn’t leave until last night, as he helped with both lunch and dinner saying he would get an early start in the morning. But the Fort was a mess last night with the comings and goings of all the men mustering out last night. But the Buffalo Soldiers all left just before lunch was served, except for Amos Butler.”

“So when exactly did Sgt. Shaft leave this morning?”

“I am not sure, Sir, the front gate was a mess with drunken ex-soldiers looking for a place to sleep before leaving this morning, and other ex-soldiers bedded down preparing to leave this morning also. Most of the ex-soldiers left after breakfast. The morning watch stopped more than one freight supply wagon trying to leave this morning that I confirmed belonged to the supply depot. Each had a signed receipt from you, Sir. They each say they paid Sgt. Shaft as a group on orders from you. Also two other wagons are missing, and the ex-soldiers in question said they left early heading north, the same as these men were trying to do. Sgt. Shaft told them there was safety in numbers, they were all supposed to be heading to Ohio but these men all overslept.” Sgt. Nixon said.

“Damn, damn! Who was on duty last night on the gate!” Capt. Custer yelled.

“Private Pete Johniss, Sir. I have him in the brig on a charge of being drunk while on duty. I’m sorry, Sir, I was out late myself, but Private Johniss was still somewhat sober when I came stumbling in with the group that I was with. But that was sometime after midnight though.” Sgt. Nixon said.

Sgt. Nixon was just watching the clock at noon, unless before noon Capt. Custer said something, his tour of duty in the Army was over, and seeing how the morning was turning into a huge cluster fuck. Last night was fun, but hanging around for what a few men owing some money to him, was becoming very fast the worst idea he ever had, as he could find himself still in the Army come nightfall, while they were trying to figure out what all happened last night. He really had no information to add to last nights drama, but as he was alone most of the night, there was no witnesses to clear him of whatever happened. But he knew they meant to question him later today, just using common sense. As his papers were already signed he just needed to leave the fort anytime after 12 noon, and slip away, that was his plan anyway.

Before he did anything else, Capt. Custer went to his office to go over the stack of papers to have somebody on the trail of Mack Shaft before that trail grew any colder. There in the middle of the stack of the papers, Capt. Custer was looking at all the necessary papers for the mustering out of all the Buffalo Soldiers, and all of them had both not only his signature but Sgt. Nixon’s as a witness also. So now that Capt. Custer saw he had no way to get Mack Shaft for desertion, he still wanted to know what Shaft may know about whatever bullshit that went on at the post the previous night. Capt. Custer yawned yet again, as he still seemed a step slow this morning. His next move was to send somebody to stay with Sgt. Nixon, as he might could shed so light on last night, as it was now getting to be CYA time. (Cover ya ass time.) And Custer knew he needed his ass covered, as he prided himself on running a very tight ship.

Capt. Bale rolled into the Fort at about 10:45 a.m. and met with Capt. Custer, only to begin learning of the disaster of the night before. The two Captains had put off the final mustering out of those still waiting to get out. Meanwhile, Sgt. Nixon was showing Sgt. Reagan around the supply depot, allowing Sgt. Reagan’s men to put up the stock the men had in the supply wagons Capt. Bale had brought with him. “Other than being short on a few things, this is the best layout for a supply depot I have ever seen, and I have seen a few in my time in the Army. A Darkie named Mack Shaft set this one up, Ron.”

“You’re kidding, I know him, we served a few months together and he was setting up our supply depot when Capt. Custer took the black regiment from the post I was on. He took a mess and was well on the way to making it look like this one does now. Our Capt. Miller was hopping mad about losing Private Shaft. Is Private Shaft still on post, Sgt. Nixon? I would love to talk to him about how we might work together better this time. I was too green to show a darkie respect then, but after a little warfare I know some of the wisdom he spoke to the Buffalo Soldiers I heard him talking to sure save my butt, let me tell you.” Sgt. Reagan said.

“Well, it is my sad duty to tell you that Sgt. Mack Shaft and all of his remaining men all mustered out yesterday, with Sgt. Shaft leaving the post sometime last night. I wasn’t here when he left. As you will soon hear, last night was not only strange, but more than a little wild also.” Sgt. nixon said.

After checking his pocket watch, Sgt. Nixon said. “I hope to see you again soon, Sgt. Reagan.” He said to Sgt. Reagan as he hurriedly began walking to catch Sgt. Fraker who was just coming from the main gate.” Sgt. Fraker was on his way to lunch, but looked over Sgt. Nixons papers, and signed off on them even though he was not at the main gate as he was signing them. He did it as a favor Sgt. to Sgt., as he glad to see him go, as he knew that Capt. Bale was a strictly by the book officer, didn’t tolerate any type of foolishness, on or off duty. Sgt. Nixon found all of the soldiers who owed him money, and collected what was owed to him, he thanked the men and gave them their papers to get out of the Army. Sgt. Nixon went and saddled his horse and prepared to leave the Fort for the last time. At the gate, after showing his signed papers with Captain Custer’s, along with Sgt. Frakar’s signatures on it, to the Corporal on the gate. Sgt. Nixon breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly rode off Post, without ever once looking back.

Lt. Glen stepped into the Captain’s office while both officers were going over the Fort paperwork. “Excuse me, Sirs, but we have a problem. When I opened the safe containing the camp payroll this morning it was all gone. The only thing in there was three different bills of sales and the corresponding monies for the three supply wagons and supplies by three different groups of soldiers, made out by a Sergeant Mack Shaft.” Lt. Glen said.

“He can’t read or write, it has to be a fake!” Capt. Custer yelled.

“Ah, Capt. Custer, Sgt. Shaft could read and write better than most of the men on this post, Sir. In fact he wrote most of the supply requisitions this last year after we arrive here at the Fort. He is a good guy who helped me with my reports and other things when I took his weekend passes, Sir.” Lt. Glen said.

“Well if that don’t tear the rag off of the bush. Capt. Custer, just what the hell kind of command are you running around here?” Capt. Bale asked. “You got a darkie damn near running this post, with missing money, and a non commissioned officer selling fort supplies to enlisted men but not keeping the money from said sales.” Capt. Bale said.

“I was running a very tight ship until yesterday, when General Palmenter sent for me to go to his office to tell me of my new orders to both go down south for now, and later out west. I was not here yesterday for the mustering out of most of the men in this company. I had thought I had bluffed the Buffalo Soldiers into reenlisting for another hitch. I never knew that Mack Shaft could read or write, the whole time he was with me he never showed me anything, or anyway, shape, style, or form, that he could read or write at all.”

This type of deception is known as ‘Country Dumb’ in the world of those on not so clean end of the stick. This tactic has been used by people of all colors, and walks of life also.

“I need to talk to Sgt. Nixon as soon as possible then, as he worked closely with Sgt. Shaft.” A Private ran to the Supply Depot looking for Sgt. Nixon. Sgt. Fraker came to the Captain’s office to report, as ordered to as the Sgt in-charge of the Supply Depot. “Sgt. Nixon went to lunch over an hour ago, but after lunch I know that he was leaving the Fort as I signed off on his papers, with Sgt.Reagan after he and I took over the Supply Depot.” Sgt. Fraker said.

Capt. Bale was glad to hear that his men were now in control of the Supply Depot, and now in control of the Pay Master’s Office also. “The question is where is Sgt. Nixon at right now? Let’s find him now! He can’t be too hard to find, this Fort just ain’t that big.” Capt. Bale said.

Ten minutes later word came from the front gate that Sgt. Nixon presented his mustering out papers signed by Capt. Custer, and had been gone nearly two hours, and the man on the gate had no idea which direction he left. Capt. Custer looked through his stack of papers and confirmed that Sgt. Nixon was indeed mustered out. He explained the previous day’s conversation with Sgt. Buck Rodgers, who stayed so Sgt. Nixon could enjoy himself one last time with all his friends here. “Ok, I get what Nixon got out of the deal, now tell me what Rodgers got out of this deal. Since we have missing money he has to be a suspect in this theft?” Capt. Bale said.

“Only two people on this post knew the combination to the safe. Lt. Glen who was with me most of the evening after I woke up for dinner, and I went to the safe in my office before I went to dinner and everything was there then. Lt. Glen snores badly and kept me up most of the damn night, as this Post is so small that the Officer’s Quarter’s are together, not in the same room but in the same building. So I doubt he did it, but as I am also a suspect, you handle this the way you have to.” Capt. Custer said.

“Why thank you, Captain, I am determined to get to the bottom of what went on, but with most of the people long gone and who knows in what direction they went, it isn’t likely we will ever really know, as we don’t have the manpower to track any of them down. It is a shame you let last night happen on your watch, though.”

The Buffalo Soldiers pressed on for the next seven days, where five of the men left for the Richmond, Virginia, area, hoping to find some of their kinfolks still in the area. Sgt. Shaft made sure they understood they were on their own, as their only safety was in staying together as much as possible, because the first time they had to kill they were likely to hang just because of the skin color, so they should leave the area as soon as possible. “Hatred and envy were powerful enemies of any man, no matter what his color or station in life. If you ran into a desperate man, or a thief willing to kill for what you had, you were in a bad position if you were a stranger in the area in which you defended yourself. Each man left with his money from the strongbox, a $1,000 goes a long way, so each man was set if he was not harmed. With a good horse each man was hoping to settle someplace, but Mack made sure each man knew he was headed towards Texas, most likely the Dallas area.

The then Capt. Custer vowed to himself if he ever saw Sgt. Mack Shaft again he would shoot him on the spot no matter what happened to him after that. Less than a week later a very bitter Sgt. Custer went on to join his cousin General Custer on his campaign out west, and was still by his side when General Custer visited a place called The Little Big Horn. I wonder if Sgt. Custer ever took the time to get over how his Command of Fort Washington went to hell in a hand basket. His hope for promotion never came to pass, as he could never get out from under the cloud of the Fort Washington scandal for the rest of his short military career. Lt. Glen. became Corporal Glen, and six-months later he left the Army behind him, and was glad that he was able to be Honorably Discharged from the Army, as there was no real proof that he had anything to do with the theft that happened at Fort Washington.

After Mack’s little Train left Richmond, Virginia, there were a few men who were trying to make a living taking from other people. They were promptly put out of business by all of the men in the wagon train and left alongside the road to become a free meal for a hungry scavenger. Mack let others have whatever booty was found amongst the dead, including their horses. These Buffalo Soldiers were hard men who were determined not to share anything they

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