35. Buried Bones
There exists a diary once belonging to Jones Scott commanding officer of the 134th Mississippi. Nothing extraordinary was ever done by Officer Scott, except for the strange disappearance of both him and his platoon. Ever since his diary was discovered it has been hidden from the public. According to most documentation his diary never existed. Here are the last pages ever written by Jones Scott.
July 18, 1884- Me and my men have been tasked with the duty of securing parts of the Oklahoma territory from the ever increasing Indian threat. Many a citizen wish to take the plow to the great plains of Oklahoma, as they did to Texas, and Kansas before. It is the honor of me and my men to make this wild territory bend to the will of the states and its people.
July 21,1884- Oklahoma is not the temperate waters of the Mississippi. I am almost unnerved by the dusty landscape. I do not know these heathens stand this land. It leaves a dry taste in my mouth just by looking at it.
July 26,1884- We moved out some of the savages and made a decent fort from the leftovers of their village. It's a nice place next to a small river. Had to dig some holes for wells. I do not know what fools would not make any wells at all. They don't even farm at all. Doesn't matter I suppose. Where we put them. They are not ever coming back from.
August 2,1884- Resources are a bit low, but the removal of the Indian threat is underway. Thankfully, not a single attack has been made on the fort. Moral among the troop has been shifty, mostly complains about rattling noises at night.
August 5, 1884- Thieving redskins have been taking some of our food supplies. We even caught two of them roaming out around the forts parameter. They were burns some foul smelling kind of junk. Two lead shots made sure they will not be coming back.
August 7, 1884- Food is getting low. Unfortunately, the eradication of the Indian threat will have to be postponed, until we get a new shipment of food. I sent a letter to command. Should be getting orders back soon.
August 10, 1884- The heat is something fierce. If not for the river the men would have no water. We have resorted to hunting some game for food. I don't understand how about 2/3 season's worth of food is gone in a month. I will have to post guards around the remaining stores. The men are already shaken by all that rattling at night. Still don't know where that sound is coming from.
August 11, 1884- Found the messenger's horse dead in some ravine. The messenger was not recovered. I bet those blasted Indians took him. Also the guard I posted on the stores is gone.
August 17,1884- Most of the food is gone. Such information I have kept from the men, and that rattling sound seems to get louder and louder every night.
August 19, 1884- More and more of the men seem to be outright disappearing. I can only assume they ran off to live like the savages. Jones Scott is a man with more guts than that.
August 22, 1884- An entire season's worth of food is gone in less than 2 months. A good quarter of my troop has fled to God knows where.
August 23,1884- One of the men spotted something big and white thing down in the well, and it rattles. I don't care what kind of savage magic it is. I will get rid of it just like all the others.
Unknown- Do not return. It is horrible. Those bones rattle.