The things that matter to me are the things which matter to Libby Custer as little of her history has ever been explained in the mass assassination of the Custer family and the 7th Cavalry, by the Grant insiders to retaliate for what the General exposed in the Indian Ring.
In that, the mystery of what happened to Gen. Custer's horse, Victor, or Vic, a thoroughbred from Kentucky, has never been explained until now in a Lame Cherry matter anti matter exclusive, again.
The last which was heard Vic was accounts of the terrorist Indians speaking of chasing the 7th's horses across the plains while the Last Stand took place. No one has ever written of what took place of this horse, until now, and now the subject is breached and it is one of the non typical and yet typical things of that June 26th, 1876 day in history.
Vic was never captured by the renegades. Instead he made his way back toward Fort Abraham Lincoln where he was stationed. His route took him into southwestern of what is now North Dakota, and it was on July 1st, 1876 that Vic was caught by an American along a river in that region.
The American, was a settler there who was on good relations with the Indian. Not a Mormon or it appears anything else, just white man who had married a Sioux squaw and had 4 children with her, and the decedents are still in North Dakota.
Vic would live for 8 more years. He would die in the summer of 1884 with 4 other horses during a storm and a lightning strike.
The settler who found Vic, never had any idea who Vic was, who Vic's owner was or that he was a cavalry horse. The settler only thought it was an abused horse by the saddle scars. He reasoned it was a white man's horse the Indians had gotten and abused. He never said a word about Vic and kept him as saddle horse.
Maybe in some events there should be different outcomes or happy endings, but this is what took place with Vic.
Dandy, the General's other pet horse, was rescued and recovered, to which Mrs. Custer bestowed him on Father Custer in Michigan, where he was ridden in parades and lived to a good old age.
One never knows what one will come across for information when one inquires. Is just one of those things that one accepts the knowledge as it is life.
nuff said
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