Old soldiers, Miss Dandridge. Someday you'll learn how they hate to give up. Captain of a troop one day, every man's face turned toward ya. Lieutenants jump when I growl. Now tomorrow, I'll be glad if the blacksmith asks meto… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share Image
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry in the world against Fort Stark. In the Kiowa village, the beat of drums echoes in the pulsebeat of the young braves. Fighters under a common banner, old quarrelsforgotten, Comanche rides with Arapaho, Apache with Cheyenne. All chant… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share
Old soldiers, Miss Dandridge. Someday you'll learn how they hate to give up. Captain of a troop one day, every man's face turned toward… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share Image
