has been abandoned for fifteen years and only recently has it been reactivated.â
âThatâs no excuse, Captain. Itâs the commanding officerâs duty to see that everything is shipshape and Bristol fashion.â
âThatâs a nautical term, sir. It may apply to a British ship of war, but not to a United States Army frontier post.â
âDamn your eyes, sir, donât bandy words with me,â Grove said. âWhere is your commanding officer?â
âHeâs dead, sir. I am . . . was . . . the commanding officer of this fort.â
Grove raised a monocle to his right eye, an upper-class affectation Shaw loathed, then said, âWell? Identify yourself, man.â
Shaw straightened to attention. âCaptain Owen Shaw, at your service, sir.â
âWhat happened to the other fellow?â
âMajor Ashton? He was killed by Apaches, sir.â
âHow very careless of him.â Groveâs monocle glinted in the sunlight. âWhat happened?â
âHe and I were hunting when the hostiles struck. The major fell in the first volley.â
âPah, hunting.â Grove turned to his wife. âDid you hear that, my dear Winnifred? The major was out hunting while his command was falling apart.â
âIt is easy to dodge our responsibilities, but we cannot dodge the consequences of dodging our responsibilities,â the woman said.
Winnifred Grove had a V-shaped upper lip that overhung the lower one, but loosely, as though a button had once held it up and was now missing.
Shaw badly wanted to kill her.
âOnce again your common sense educates us all, my dear,â Major Grove said. âIs that not so, Captain?â
âIndeed, sir. A most edifying observation.â Shaw relaxed a little from his stiff pose, aware that his blue shirt was dusty and smelled heavily of sweat. âDoes the major wish to tell me why heâs visiting Fort Defiance?â
âYes, the major wishes to tell you. General Crook has informed his field commanders that all hostiles, and I include women, children and old persons in that description, are to be brought to this post. From here they will be taken south to Fort Grant for disposal. My orders are that I will lead the . . . ah . . . exodus, though there may well be others at a later date.â
Shaw felt a surge of relief. It would take time to round up every Apache in the Arizona and New Mexico territories. More time than he needed.
But he asked the question anyway. âWhen can we expect the first of them, sir?â
âIâm told I should expect the women and children to arrive first, possibly in as little as two weeks. The young bucks will follow soon thereafter, those that are still alive.â
Shaw nodded. He had plenty of time. Then another thought came to him that made him smile inwardly . . . he had time to kill .
Grove spoke again. âHow many men in the garrison, Captain Shaw?â
âTwo officers and fourteen enlisted men, sir. None of them are of the best quality.â
âDoes that include the officers?â
âUnfortunately, yes.â
âWell, Iâll soon whip them into shape, officers and enlisted men. I want the officers to join me and my lady wife for dinner tonight.â
âDoes that whipping into shape include me, sir?â
âShould it?â
âI do my duty, sir.â
âThen your duty lies in getting this fort fit for the arrival of the hostiles. Do I make myself clear?â
âPerfectly. But there is the matter of Geronimo.â
âWhat about him?â
âHe could be a danger to this post, sir.â
âI think with my escort and driver to reinforce the garrison, we have enough fighting men to deal with savages.â
âAs you say, sir.â
Winnifred Grove coughed and her husband said, âYes, my dear?â
âWe havenât spoken yet of those important matters we discussed,â the woman
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