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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Trapped! We're trapped! Just as I reached the crest I felt Poker fall from under me and go head over heels down the other side of the hill. I scrambled to my feet and saw Poker with an arrow in his neck, kicking and screaming in terror. I didn’t even think about my own safety. All I could see thru misty eyes was Poker. I lunged forward toward the frantic animal automatically drawing my hand weapon. The terror in his eyes as an Indian sped past him and drove the lance into the heaving belly was all I could take. I fired my gun at the fleeing savage and felt satisfaction as he fell from his mount. Turning back to Poker I was taking aim to end his misery when I felt a sudden stab of pain in my gut. It burned like fire and…and suddenly I found myself so weak I couldn’t do more than stagger towards Poker. As I fell across my faithful friend I was relieved to see he was dead. Dead! I was gasping for breath and crying with grief. I didn’t want to die. Not here! Not now! I was now coughing up blood and the sounds of the battle around me were fading away …….. and the soft fluffy clouds were drifting across the sky……… My tear drops mingled with the rain, He’ll not be forgotten , ever again. He and Poker did not die in vein There, alone on the lonely plain. He was there, He told me so, On that cloudy morning a few years ago, When a shaft of light from the Montana sky Fell on his grave and caught my eye. This is true. I did see the grave in a shaft of light on that rainy morning. And curiosity got the best of me. I called the Headquarters building at the Monument and they told me the grave I described at the bottom of the hill was Custer’s brother’s grave.
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