This first story is about a man with two lives. The man's name was David William Duck but most people knew him as Dead Duck.
In the fall of 1866, David was a soldier of the Eighteenth Infantry and was stationed at Fort Phil Kearney. One night a slaughter happen at the fort. 81 men died. A man named Captain Fetterman escaped. When the slaughter happen, David was not there. He was travelling to Fort C. F. Smith. He only travelled at night because the area was filled with Indians and they were considered hostile. It was a trip that was to take 3 days, all of it walking.
So on the second day, David decided to make camp at a narrow canon. He figured he would be hidden away because of the boulders and hills and let himself fall fast asleep. He woke sometimes later at the sound of a bullet hitting the boulder above his head. He quickly found himself almost completely surrounded.
David took off as best he could, stooped over. He wasn't being followed by anyone but bullets. They were hitting the bushes all around him. He couldn't understand why the Indians weren't coming after him but didn't stop escaping. He only got a hundred yards before the trail ran out. There was nothing but a drop off.
The Indians waited for two days and two nights. David wait too, not knowing what else to do. He ran out of food and water. They fired at him, he fired back but he still didn't see anyone. He was firing at the smoke coming from their weapons. At night, he didn't let himself sleep. He was in pain.
On the morning of the 3rd day, he was sure he was going to die. Feeling completely desperation and delirium, he sprung out and started firing, even though he still didn't see anyone. The next thing he knew, he was hauling himself out of the river. He was naked and couldn't remember where he was. He walked all night towards what he thought was the North. It didn't take long before he reached Fort C. F. Smith, the Fort he had been travelling too in the first place.
The first person he saw was a good friend of his named William Briscoe. William seemed shocked to see him and asked who he was. David responded with " I'm Dave Duck." William continued to stare at him for a while before he said, " You do look like him." David informed him of everything that had happen to him over the past few days, everything he had been through.
William looked at him for a little longer before he informed David that he had buried him two months beforehand. William said he had been out with a small scouting party and found David's body, full of bullet-holes and newly scalped and somewhat mutilated. ...right where David had just told him about the fight with the Indians. William offered to take him to his tent and show David his clothes and letters that William had taken off the body. The letters were David's orders.
William showed David everything. David dressed in the clothes. He was lead to the commander and then placed in the guardhouse because no one believed he was David Duck. A week later, David escaped and left the country.
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