Molly McDonald - A Tale of the Old Frontier by Randall Parrish
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"Seventh Cavalry." "Oh, yes, just organized; before that?" "The Third." "I see you are a non-com--corporal?" "Sergeant, sir, since my transfer." "Second enlistment?" "No, first in the regulars--the Seventh was picked from other commands." "I understand. You say first in the regulars. Does that mean you saw volunteer service?" "Three years, sir." "Ah!" his eyes brightening instantly. "Then how does it happen you failed to try for a commission after the war? You appear to be intelligent, educated?" The Sergeant smiled. "Unfortunately my previous service had been performed in the wrong uniform, sir," he said quietly. "I was in a Texas regiment." There was a moment's silence, during which Travers smoked, and the |
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