Disperse the troops.
A Captain's voice sounds off.
Company A, move out.
Three hundred men race their horses to the north end of the
city. A voice sounds off in the background. Three hundred men split equal ranks and speed their horses to the East and West.
Stan Watie yells again.
Sergeant Jumper, your column
The sergeant acknowledges and yells orders to the men.
Yes sir. Form on me!
A hundred saber soldiers form a column behind Sergeant Jumper.
Suddenly a Cherokee Union soldier runs from a hiding place trying to leave the town.
Sergeant Jumper pulls his pistol and fires. The soldier falls to the ground near the Park hill bank.
The entire battalion stands ready. Sergeant Jumper rides to the soldier and gets off of his horse and checks the body. He stands and is sad. A tear forms in his eye.
General Watie addresses the sergeant.
What is it Sergeant Jumper.
The sergeant answers with remorse.