man.
Later, when the men had eaten and filled their canteens and drunk all the water they wanted, the captain said, âWeâll catch fresh horses and take that herd back with us. But first, search out all these tepees. Anything that can be used for a weapon, bring it and pile it up here.â
In short time there was a small pile of lances, bows and arrows. What rifles and other firearms the men found, they kept for their own use.
Miguel brought out a hide bag of poor gunpowder he had found in a tepee. He poured this over the pile. The captain said, âIs that all?â No one had anything else to add, so he said, âBurn it.â
Miguel fired his pistol into the powder and set it ablaze.
As the flames licked up into the pile of weapons, the captain turned to Elkin. âOriginally I had thought weâd burn all the tepees and make it a clean sweep. But with all their men dead, I suppose we can afford a little mercy for these women and children.â
âMaybe it will teach them to have a little themselves,â Elkin commented.
âNever,â Barcroft gritted. He moved away from the fire and walked toward the arbor where Johnson had been taking care of the wounded. Hesitantly, Cloud followed after him.
âHowâre they doing, Johnson?â Barcroft asked.
The young medic replied, âRough in spots, but I suppose theyâll be able to travel. All except one. He just died.â
Barcroft nodded grimly. Then he looked at Tommy Sides as he said, âIt wonât be easy, but a man can take a lot when heâs riding in the direction of home.â
Pale, his eyes sick with shock, the kid managed a weak smile. âYes, sir, Iâll make it.â
âSure you will. Youâve made a good soldier, son.â
âThank you, sir,â the boy whispered.
As Barcroft turned away, Cloud said uncertainly, âCaptain, Iâd kind of like to have a word with you.â He motioned with his chin. âOver here someplace.â
The stiff reserve was still in Barcroftâs eyes as he looked at Cloud. But he said, âI suppose so. Why not?â
They walked together out away from the tepees. Barcroft found a place on the green grass of the creekbank and sat down. Cloud squatted on his heels. He fumbled a little, hunting for the words.
âYou see, sir, well ⦠I sort of got started on the wrong foot, so to speak. I think maybe you got an apology cominâ. What I mean to say is, I said some hard things. I thought some things even harder than what I said, after what happened about that squaw. I sort of got the notion you had a big chunk of lead instead of a heart ⦠or somethinâ like that.
âI didnât know about your wife and your little girl then. Man goes through a thing like that, he sees things different from other folks, I guess.â
Barcroft didnât look at Cloud. A vague wall still stood between them. Cloud guessed it always would.
âCloud, killing that squaw was a thing somebody had to do, and I did it. I took no pleasure in it. But Iâve not let it haunt me, either. What does haunt me is the way my wife looked when I found her. It wasnât the bucks who finally killed her. They turned her over to the squaws. It was a terrible death.â
Barcroft rubbed his face, and Cloud could see the bone-weariness that had settled over the man. Barcroft said, âTheyâre still women, and I try to avoid killing them when I can. But if I have to do it, I donât back away. When I look at a Comancheâman or womanâI can still see my wife the way she was that day.â
Cloud pulled his gaze away from the captainâs face. âWhat about the little girl? Have you ever found any trace of her?â
Barcroft shook his head. âNever a trace. The federal government had an Indian reservation in Young County then. I trailed my wifeâs killers back onto the reservation. The Indian agent and Yankee
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