Boredom

That's not gonna happen! breaks for the new powder magazine build.

Oh, no, no, no, sorry, didn't mean before we're working that Adobe all day yesterday. Another month, you ought to be finished. I didn't join this army to make mud bricks. You refusing an order, Suzy?

Put your shoes on, Plover. Let's get going. Now, the rest of you men will finish cleaning this barracks and fall out in 10 minutes. I suppose you're taking them buffalo hunting, sorry. Each man will go to supply and get a picker shovel.

We're building a road today. We're building a road. That's enough. I said 10 minutes. You line up smiling and happy or I'll work you all night. Got your shoes on, Plover? Well sure. What I need shoes for.

I've got my hands and knees most of the time. Ain't it a shame men like us doing that kind of work. Yeah. I'm ready, Serti. Let's go. 10-minute soldiers and don't forget them shovels. Oh, no!

Ha ha ha ha! I reckon any outfits got to do sometime in Garrison, Soothey. We've been in Garrison three months. It's gotten me talking to myself. Well, least wise we ain't getting shot at by no wild engine.

What's the cavalry fur if it ain't to get shot at? And to do a little shooting itself. All the engines around here is peaceful. Least wise there has been last few months. Huh. Reservation engines.

Lem's shine or be ashamed of themselves. Sitting around watching the women do the work, waiting to be fed by the government. Where's the gumption anyway? Well, good thing they is, piece of what I think.

Damn, engine's going to care. It makes a bad for everybody. They going to care and get us out of the garrison. Well, they ain't going, so you just might as well face up to them.