From William Nugent (Co. A) in Winners of the West, August 1925, with my annotations in brackets:
"In Troop A there was a private by the name of Reeves. When the Indians almost surrounded Reno's command [in the timber], the shooting was carried on from all sides. Reeves was shot through the belt from the front, the bullet passing within an inch of his backbone. He was knocked from his saddle, but with bull dog grit he clung to his horse and recovered his seat in the saddle. Once again he was shot, this time through the thigh near the body. He held his seat, crossed the river and reached the top of the bluffs without assistance. His comrades were very much interested in Old Sim, as he was called. Nearly all knew he had a widowed mother, but none knew her address. We knew he was doomed to die, therefore we went to him with offers of writing to his mother, his friends, or do anything else for him. His reply to all was, 'No, no.' After being turned down, all gave up except his bunkie. He went to his wounded comrade the following morning and found him to be very low. In answer to his offers of aid, the wounded soldier replied, 'No, no writing. If you really want to do me a favor, will you get the pound and one-half of tobacco I have in my saddle pockets. Please bring it to me as I am afraid some of those 'blankety blank' fellows will steal it.' Did he die? No. Two years later he was doing duty at Fort A. Lincoln."