They moved as one , organised , quick , tidy . Up out of the coulee and to Custer . Captain Weir kicked at the dust at his feet , spluttering as he breathed it in .
Cursing aloud , he swiped an impatient hand across his forehead , smearing grime across his already beaten face , and fixed dark eyes towards the horizon once again when the guns spoke in thunderous voices .
Emotion: Anger