It had been a week since the Henry rifles were delivered and issued to Crow"s troopers. The morale of the company was high, and they showed it in their bearing and the care of the horses and equipment. Stump"s trust in his new captain and his abilities to lead was total. One morning Crow called for the 1st Sergeant to come to his tent. “Good morning, sir!”
“Good morning, 1st Sergeant. I have a little job for us. We will need McCauley and James Barley.”
“Yes, sir,” said Stump.
“It is my understanding that a shipment of 250 US Navy Dahlgren Bowie Bayonets has arrived at the quartermaster"s warehouse located in the city. Now I"m thinking that we will be able to put about 125 of those to much better use than the navy.”
Stump, his hands clasped behind his back, began to fidget. “Ah… is the
