As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I wonder sometimes if things going majorly wrong for people is a sign that something is going to go majorly wrong in the future, and fate is just out there waiting for them to lower the boom.
I have this quote about Charlie Reynolds, the last chief of scouts of the 7th Cavalry, murdered at the Little Big Horn, and for all the scrapes he got out of, he was almost hung for something a buffalo did.
"My old and valued friend Charles Reynolds, for years chief of scouts at Fort Lincoln, Dakota, and who was killed by the Sioux in American Big-Game Hunting the Custer fight in 1876, told me of the death of a hunting partner of his, which shows how dangerous even a dying buffalo may be. The two men had started from the railroad to the south and bring in a load of meat. On finding a bunch of buffalo, they shot down by stalking what they required, and then on foot went up to the animals to skin them. One cow, lying on her side, was still moving a little convulsively, but dying.
The man approached her as if about to cut her throat, but when he was within a few feet of her head, she sprang to her feet, rushed at him, struck him in the chest with her horns, and then fell dead. Charley ran up to his partner, and to his horror saw that the cow's horn had ripped him up from the belly to the throat, so that he could see the heart still expanding and contracting. Charley buried his partner there, and returning to the town, told his story. He was at once arrested on the charge that he had murdered his companion, and was obliged to return to the place and to assist in digging up the body to satisfy the suspicious officials of the truth of his statements."
This was a bad deal, but it is like unholy shitards, you got a country where mules kick you in the head, horses break your neck, Indians scalp you, highway men murder you, bears eat you, small pox kills you and buffalo stampede you to a puddle of mud, and Charlie Reynolds goes back to town to tell folks about his horrific tale, and for some reason only fate knows, they try to hang him for murder, when a buffalo goring you was as common as getting cut shaving.
I wonder sometimes if cheating fate in all those demonic worshipping Indians, if they being deprived of a scalp, just get a hold of people and decide it is time for pay up in back taxings.
I think Charlie was the one who had a squaw in every Sioux camp he had married into in order to keep himself on friendly terms to not be scalped, but it all reminds me of that line from Judge Roy Bean, when they hung that Irishman for killing a Chinaman.
He swore up and down that there was no law against it on the books, and as they led him away to the gallows he could only console himself with, "I still say there is no law against killing a Chinaman, but I have killed lots of other men, so I figure I will be hung for them".
Was fair how it worked out, but Charlie Reynolds could hardly be a felon for keeping a squaw in every tribe and doing conjugal things with them that would be worth being hung for. It had to be his cheating them Indians of his scalp all those years, that he bit the dust at the Little Big Horn, or he just got caught like General Custer and his command in a bigger set of Washington and New York white Indians who could get away with being hen buffaloes for a day.
I wonder if it has any relation at all to reality or you just run into things like a mad buffalo or insane people who want others dead.
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