The Pitchfork Patrol

DUTY BOUND
It took a tall horse to carry him, they said. He was a giant of a man, six-and-a-half-feet tall and 275 pounds. He could bend a horseshoe with his bare hands and lift a fully-loaded wagon on his back. But Sergeant Honus Schlonager was getting old and tired and he was ready to quit. Still, he had his orders. He had to find the widow woman and her three kids squatting on Indian land and bring them back to the fort. The sergeant knew that only trouble could lay ahead as he rode out into Sioux territory. But he had his orders . . . and he'd carry them out if it was the last thing he did.