After several hours on the march we came across a farm and a small blockhouse defended by a company of Grenadiers and the remnants of a company of line infantry. It looked like a fierce battle had been fought and after talking to the garrison's commander, a large strapping Grenadier officer by the name of Captain Smallgoods, I discovered only hours before the farm had indeed been raided. Several civilians and officers had been captured by the brigands who had fled to the south east. I immediately took charge of the situation (my commission maturer then Smallgoods) and taking a company of Grenadiers to bolster my own forces we set off with haste, our tracker Runoff in the lead.
Ordering my troops down the side of the wadi amongst the rocks, I was barged off my feet by the men who were keen for the fray. I soon regained my composure, catching up with them, however as they entered the rocks, the heat and lack of water took its toll slowing them to a crawl.
Our shot was proving frustratingly bad, either the men from grinding their powder too fine or from the heat and lack of water I am unsure, but our aim was wide. The Indos were also having a hard time finding their marks, but I put that down to native ineptitude.
Eventually my men traversed the rocks and started to cross the wadi. Sergeant Nobbs had skirted around the rough and was also pushing into the center; I think the promise of an additional grog ration is working wonders! No sooner though had we crossed the expanse and formed into line an almighty din could be heard from behind us. The Indos had brought up reinforcements and were attacking us in the rear! From messengers and what I could see through my spyglass, Lt. Sutton made an excellent show, repulsing wave after wave of Indos as they threw themselves at his thin red line. I saw an armoured Indostani chap on horseback call him out and gallantly he accepted the challenge, alas smoke and dust blocked my view and I could not see the outcome. Later his men reported to me that he had disappeared amongst the smoke and chaos. All that they found was his hat and broken chinstrap. I pray he is alive and we find him fit and well.
Deciding it was too dark and the men desperate for rest and water, we have made camp at the wadi and come the dawn I will send Runoff to search for signs of Lt. Sutton and the Indostani brigands.
I am in a good defensible position, with a solid supply of food and water, and once again surrounded by many children selling more bits of useless junk. I await your orders.