Beckwourth sat cross-legged on the ground in a circle with others of his Dog Soldiers, plotting their next raid. Beckwourth shifted uncomfortably from one buttock to the other, to the amusement of Sees the Clouds.
“Perhaps,” said Sees the Clouds, “perhaps we should wait for your poor suffering buttocks to heal before we go on this raid.”
“We will go on this raid when the time is right with no regard for my buttocks,” said Beckwourth, “Soon all my bruises will heal and nothing more will distract me from nights of passion with Red Cherry. Meanwhile, you will still be plotting to steal the wives of others, but only those who can tolerate the looks of such a one as yourself.”
The Dog Soldiers snickered, but before Sees the Clouds could answer, there was a single gunshot in the distance. All
