US Cavalry were escorting a wagon train of supplies from a town to an army fort. Against the advice of the sergeant, the Captain decided NOT to take the usual direct route west across the salt flats, but instead to take a leisurely route that roughly followed the Greasy River south until it turned west at the foot of the Black Hills (known Injun country) That way we could keep the horses well watered as we went.
To set the scene further:
It was late afternoon and the four wagons were moving at walking pace, with 4 cavalry troopers at the head of the column, and a scout and a trooper further ahead. I was in the lead wagon The 14 cavalry characters were a mix of veterans and some new untested recruits. We having cut the corner of the bend in the river were approaching it again as it cut east to west. I was told by the gamesmaster that I would not make the fort before nightfall but it was up to me if I wanted to carry on through the night. Oh additional information: dust had been seen directly behind us travelling in our direction.
I had never been in a "free" unstructured type of game like that before where you could do whatever you wanted. Everybody was looking at me to give some orders. I decided that we would not keep on travelling but find a suitable spot and camp near the foothills , away from the woods by the river but near enough to fetch water for the horses. I called a cavalry trooper back and gave him orders to gallop forward to pass the message to the scouts to find a suitable camp site. I also ordered my driver to speed up to a trot, as the horses would rest soon. Being the lead wagon the others would follow my pace.
(I immediately found that command and control was difficult: It took 3 turns for the messenger to reach the scouts, who had by then advanced quite a way and the whole wagon train had also moved forward. By the time the scouts got my message the column had already been attacked and the situation was changed.)
As my messenger set off the sergeant wheeled his horse back to report that he saw more smoke and dust to the
Ok over to the photos:
some of the wagons
The scouts Sorry not a good photo.
Grits has been so successful fighting off the injuns that the wounded corperal shot in the first encounter has now recovered sufficiently to help the cook at the back of the wagon. Right after this the Gamesmaster decides that the Indians have had enough and they melt away. We win and the wagon trainis saved but with 2 troopers killed and 5 wounded. Oops.
It was a great fun game.