It had been a week since Crow had been commissioned and sent to the Twelfth Troop. Gibbs was invited to eat with Colonel White. Having eaten, White set two glasses on the table and Gibbs poured three fingers whiskey in each. White was a pipe smoker while Gibbs preferred his black cheroots. As the two men lit up, Gibbs dunked the head end of his cigar in his whiskey and then sat back, puffing smoke into the air. “Well Gibbs, how is our new lieutenant coming along?”
Gibbs leaned forward and then thrust his cigar into his mouth clenching it with his teeth, “Colonel, Crow is one hell of a fine soldier. Did you know that he"s got an Indian name; "He-who-strikes-first"? He brought his own mount, a beautiful horse that he trained. The damned horse follows him around like a big dog. It would prob
