“Renegades, sir,” Call said, a good deal puzzled by the remark. “I thought the Comanches were about the last renegades.” Inish Scull smiled and waved a hand. “I don’t mean these poor savages,” he said. “I mean the Southern fops who are even now threatening to secede from the Union. There’ll be blood spilled from Baltimore to Galveston before that conflict’s settled, I’ll wager. It’s the Southern boys I called ‘renegades’—and they are renegades, by God.
