July 1 1876
Today seemed like any other day in Dodge City. We were sitting in the saloon waiting for the cattle to come into town. It was dry, hot and windy, a terrible combination of elements. Leaving the saloon the town seemed hushed. As I made my way home I saw not a person. Twenty minutes after I left the saloon a knock on my door woke me from my evening sleep. It was the town drunk again, but this time he seemed to have something of importance to say. I opened the door and was confronted with a slew of words. His sentences were almost unable to be deciphered. I was able to make out a few words, Indian attack. The town drunk wasn’t a very reliable source so I headed back to the saloon to see if anyone else has heard the terrible news.
The sun was setting and it was rapidly getting dark. As I made my way over to the saloon I see an unfamiliar horse tied up outside. Usually Dodge City didn’t have many visitors this time of the year. The saloon is packed with the most of the towns men. Talk of Indians killing our soldier was filling the room. Suddenly, a man stood up on the bar and announces that a group of 250 soldiers were killed by an Indian tribe in Montana almost a week ago. The new brought anger on most. Our town was not one for the Indian kind already and this news just made our hatred toward them worse.
July 15 1876
News of a nearby Indian tribes’ family being killed was brought to town. According to the source, a group of men had been watching the habits of some Indians. On the fourteenth of July, they carried with them rifles and sabers. The men immeaditly fired upon the Indians at sight. The children and women fled, leaving everything behind, while the men continued firing at them. As the men lowered their rifles they looked at the damage. Two males were killed along with a pregnant female. Their bodies mutilated beyond imaginable. It serves them right for what they did to our men. 250 of our soldiers were killed. The women and children...