|Late on the afternoon of June 27, 1876, the survivors of the 7th cavalry moved across the field looking for dead troopers. As a small group rode up towards Custer Hill, Captain Weir was struck by how white and pathetic the dead men looked; deeply affected, he blurted out, “How white they look! How white they look!’
(There is a rumor that Weir was in love with Libbie Custer and, with the death of her husband, Weir thought he had a chance for her. She rejected him, choosing instead to carry the torch for her dead husband. Shattered, Weir began drinking heavily and died that December. He was 38.