"Ah, Okey, at last you've returned!" Kit smiled as his Sergeant entered the camp.
"Y-yeah, about that--" Okey paused before Kit filled his arms with dynamite.
"Hold that thought, Sergeant!" Kit exclaimed, taking one stick from the bundle of dynamite and lighting the fuse ablaze. "These gophers wanna play rough with me...I'LL GLADLY OBLIGE!!"
"Y-yeah, hey Kit, listen t' me fer a minute please—" Okey spoke, remembering the necklace the medicine man had given him.
"Hold that thought once more, soldier!" Kit spoke, holding up a telegram in his left paw. "I just recalled—we've got a telegram from the Major-General Nuisance!"
"What's it say?" Okey inquired as Kit pulled his out his pocketknife.
"It says that come today he'll send in the big guns, STOP!" Kit read from the telegram. "The greatest Indian-killer this side of the Pecos, Rico McCoy...stop, He'll show those natives what-for! Stop..."
"Oh no..." Okey gulped.
Right as the Colonel had finished reading the telegram, he and Okey paused a moment to notice a suspicious cloud on the horizon, growing ever-closer to the base.
A large, black horse arrived at the base, its rider; a muscular cougar in a jacket and pants, with a wide-brimmed Stetson hat over his head. Okey was quite intimidated at the sight of this fellow, and frankly, so was Kit. The horse reared its hooves, then became silenced as the cougar rider tied the reins to a pole and dismounted, approaching the two coyotes.
"You Kit?" The cougar asked, spitting out some chewing tobacco on the dirt.
"Yes, I most certainly am, M-Mister…." Kit stuttered, not knowing what to say next.
"You can call me McCoy, RICO MCCOY…" the cougar gave a wide smile, showing off his sharp, pristine, white teeth. "An' I hear y'all got yourselves an Injun problem?"
"BULLY! You can really kill every last one of them?" Kit cheerfully exclaimed, then started to shove Rico in the direction of the gopher tribe camp. "Well then, what're you waiting for, we're burning daylight!"
"No no no, Colonel, you've got it all wrong…" Rico smirked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "We've gotta prepare fer tomorrow, Y'see? We'll attack at dawn when them Injuns least expect it…they'll be all cosy in their lil' teepees and wigwams they won't know what hit 'em!"
Okey couldn't sleep at all that night.
It was either Kit's incessant snoring from the bunker next to his, or the fact that he was having some strange dreams.
Dreams that involved him and a massive, blue, ethereal coyote stylized in the same kind of artwork he saw all throughout the gopher tribe. Once the coyote touched his face, snout to snout, Okey woke up.
In the middle of the night, Okey left the base and ran.
He had to return to the gopher camp.