Captain Stan Murray was finally being mustered out of the army after all of the administrative snafus that had left him in Montana Territory long after the conclusion of the War Between the States. As he began his long journey, he wasn’t going home to Michigan. He had to cross hundreds of miles of hostile Indian Territory to reach Cheyenne City in Wyoming Territory to try and find the girl that he hadn’t seen in almost ten years. She was probably married and had three children by now, but he knew he had to at least know. Ever since that day that he’d watched her being taken away, when he was so fat that everyone had called him Piggy, he had missed the only girl who understood him. The girl that no longer had the big front teeth that had earned her the mean nickname of Bucky.