awake, rolling out to join two civilians at the west wall where they had a low fire going, coffee warmed to see them through their watch.
âWilliam Watsonâs the name,â the older man introduced himself with a big hand.
The sergeant replied, âI heard youâre the one knowed how to build this fort.â
âThatâs right. Got all my learning during the war,â Watson explained.
âYour education come in handy here,â McCarthy said, admiring the sturdiness of the timbers the men had sunk into three-foot-deep trenches, then back-filled. âCanât see how the bloody hâathens couldâve broke in here on you.â
Norman Gould said, âBill here, he saw to it weâd get all the women and youngâuns into the stone house back yonder if the bastards broke over the walls.â
âWe made the house our powder magazine,â Watson explained, jabbing a thumb toward the structure. âBlow up everythingâeveryone, tooâbefore the Nez Perce got their hands on âem.â
âDidnât know how long weâd have to hold out,â George Greer said. âWord was that General Howard was somewhere in the field, but we didnât know just where you soldiers was, or when youâd get here to us.â
âWasnât the general moved out first,â McCarthy explained dolefully. âMaybe it had been Howard what led us down into White Bird âstead of Colonel Perry his cowardly self thereâd be more of me friends alive to greet this very morning.â
The coffee was good, but the sun that broke over the hills that morning felt even better. Trimble had McCarthy tell the men that H Company would be spending a day of rest at Slate Creekârecruiting their horses and gathering strength for the rest of their mission.
Later that Tuesday morning, some of the women and children ventured from the stone house, stepping outside the safety of the stockade walls for the first time in more than a week of dread. While the rest of the women were grateful for, and the children excited about, the arrival of the soldiers, not one of Trimbleâs cavalrymen got a peek at either Helen Walsh or Elizabeth Osborn.
âRumor has it they was violated,â Parnell explained in a whisper as he and McCarthy walked up the slope to relieve two men of their watch along the Salmon.
âRaped?â
âShhh!â Parnell rasped angrily. âItâs talk like that made them two women fear to show their faces.â
âThey was ⦠shamed by the hâathens?â
The lieutenant nodded as they neared the improvised rifle pits. âBoth of âem, over and over again by the red bastards. âCause of it, neither of them women gonna ever be the same again.â
It made his blood boil, to think of those painted-up, blood-splattered, stink-smeared warriors humiliating, dishonoring, shaming those two women.
The sergeant turned to stare a long moment down at the stone house, his heart breaking for both victims of such unspeakable horror. âNo small wonder is it? Why them poor women canât hardly face their friends no more.â
âThey lost their husbands, too, I heard,â Parnell said. âCome out of it only with their wee ones.â
âThemâs the ones weâre fighting the Nez Perce for, Lieutenant Parnell,â McCarthy growled. âThem women and children. Theyâre the reason I wanna kill me everâ last Injun buck I can put in my sights, or get my hands around. Theyâre lessân human, everâ last bloody one of âem.â
âW E should reach the scene before midmorning, General,â declared Captain David Perry after he had saluted the campaignâs commander in the misty damps of predawn that twenty-sixth day of June.
âYou understand my purpose in going into that valley is not to engage the Nez Perce,â Howard reminded.
âYou explained that to me
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