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As they stormed into town, Alfred managed to slash the arm of one of the attackers. He stumbled, but kept on running. Most of his men were dismounting, quickly holstering pistols and pulling out carbines. While one of the repeating rifles would have been nice, the new breech-loading Springfields were excellent guns, and his men could average about ten shots per minute. As the bandits fled, Alfred started barking out orders again, his German accent becoming slightly more pronounced during the heat of battle. "Hold men, hold! Lewis and Carter, go back to the wagon and tell the men to move up to town! Also tell the Gatling Gun to hold position!" Two men saluted, remounted, and headed back to where they had left the supply wagon with Hancock and McCullen. "The rest of you split up into pairs! Scout the terrain and see if you can get any prisoners! Make sure not to go to far and report back immediately if you find anything." There were more salutes and the rest of the men remounted, three pairs going off in three different directions.

As his men left to accomplish their assignments, a young woman ran out from between two of the buildings, absolutely estatic, laughing like a mad man. "Hahahaa! That was great, you guys! Great!"

"Thank you miss." Alfred said politely, tipping his hat to her and dsimounting. He walked over to the body of one of the dead men and wiped the blade of his saber on his coat. Sheathing the sword, he turned back to the lady. "It seems like we arrived just in the nick of time. Lieutenant Alfred Krieger of the 7th Cavalry. My men and I have been assigned to establish an outpost at this town." As Alfred was speaking another women's voice called out.

"Hey; I think this was who they were after." Alfred turned to see a women, this one maybe just a year or two younger than himself, by a man laying on the ground. Alfred quickly walked over an knelt down by the man. His arm was wounded. It didn't seem to be a deep wound, but the man had obviously lost a fair amount of blood.

"Is their a doctor in this town?" Alfred called out, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and tying it around the man's arm. Hopefully he hadn't lost too much blood. As long as he hadn't, he should be able to recover just fine, but it would still be best for a doctor to look at him.