Chapter 92

I returned to Buffalo Leg’s camp at sundown, and contributed a chicken I’d bought at the sutler’s store on Robber’s Row at the edge of the post. I hadn’t known such traders dealt with anyone other than soldiers, but my silver was as welcome as anyone’s. Now, my presence need not be a burden on Buffalo Leg’s larder. Before we retired that night, the old man and his son asked a few more tentative questions. Even so, the time had not yet arrived for blunt talk.

The next morning, I returned to the fort and joined a group of young men my age sitting around on the ground talking and smoking. It was a mystery how these people survived. No one seemed to have any industry. They hung around the fort as if this was all that mattered in their lives. I sat where I had a good view of the front of the guardhouse.