"A BADLANDS ENCOUNTER" In which a young and arrogant horse cavalry officer is captured by Indians who take a special interest in him and his uniform in scenes that may well have happened but that never made it to the Big Screen.

AT West Point you always received highest marks for the excellent condition of your uniform. Now, at your first duty assignment, you enjoy (I mean you REALLY enjoy) your reputation as sharpest dressed officer on the post. You've had all of your uniforms tailored to fit your body like a glove. Needless to say your tall black Cavalry Boots are kept immaculate and fit you as if they grew like a second skin over your muscular calves.

The men under your command think you’re "all for show" and "out for glory." But you feel invulnerable.

Very soon, you're going to find out otherwise.

It is a warm August night out on the plains and the troop has set up camp after day one of a three day patrol. The men sleep outdoors in bed rolls but you enjoy the luxury of your own “command tent”. Your orderly has just entered. He asks your permission to pull off your boots. It's a nightly ritual. You sit down on your cot, give him the go-ahead with a wave of your hand. While he kneels before you, you light up a cigar as you raise a booted leg to the level of his face.
As he does every night, your orderly removes and lays each of your spurs neatly on the carpet and then with practiced gentle tugging, he pulls off each of your boots. You have no way of knowing that the next time someone pulls off those tall boots, the process will be a lot quicker and a whole lot rougher.
It's hot in the tent. You sleep naked.

At first light, you roll out of your cot, rub your balls, pull open the back flap of your tent and take a long satisfying leak. As you shake off the last few drops, you reach for your riding breeches. They are dark blue, and in the dim light they'd be invisible were it not for the brilliant yellow stripes running down each the leg.
You step into them, neatly buttoning them down over your usual morning hard on- you are not in the habit of wearing underwear.
Unlike the regular cavalry trousers, an officer’s breeches are tapered below the knee and have laces so that they can be drawn tight against the calves. Your breeches have been tailored so they are as tight as skin when they are laced down at the point they disappear into your boot tops........

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