Colonel Mills had written me several times to say that General Crook wanted me to accompany his command.
When I left Chicago I had expected to catch up with Crook at the Powder River, but I learned en route that my old command, the gallant Fifth Cavalry, was on its way from Arizona to join him, and that General Carr, my former commander, was at its head.
Carr wanted me as his guide and chief of scouts, and had written to army headquarters in Chicago to learn where I could be reached.
As soon as this news came to me I gave up the idea of overtaking Crook.
I hastened to Cheyenne, where the Fifth Cavalry had already arrived, and was met at the depot there by Lieutenant Charles King, adjutant of the regiment, who had been sent by General Carr from Fort D.A.

Russell.
In later years, as General Charles King, this officer became a widely popular author, and wrote some of the best novels and stories of Indian life that I have ever read.
As I accompanied the lieutenant back to the fort, we passed soldiers who recognized me and shouted greetings.

When we entered the Post a great shout of "Here's Buffalo Bill!" arose from the men on the parade ground.

It was like old times, and I felt a thrill of happiness to be back among my friends, and bound for one of the regular old-time campaigns.

The following morning the command pulled out for Fort Laramie.