“The free life on the plains. No other people like them anywhere,” said Deaver. He turned to Samuel, and Samuel saw that his eyes were glistening. “You will send the army after them. You know they kill the women and children. You know about Sand Creek and the battle on the Washita. Will you preside at the hangings?” “What hangings?” Samuel stood up and reached for his old brown wide-brimmed hat. “Are you quite sober, James?” “No, I am not,” said Deaver. Simonton silently poured out another measure of gin for the illustrator. “I am merely here to see them tried and then strangled on a rope. A
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