I'd left that question to the end, though it had been the most pressing enquiry, because I suppose I didn't dare hope he'd know. My boys are wicked low on cartridges.įinally I asked him if he knew where Jacqueline was now. Let us hope the Yankees stay long enough to be attacked. He likes to make certain he has a sufficiency of mud and water before he makes his pies. My son came to see me last night, Hudson now told Starbuck, who had to think for a second before remembering that Hudson's eldest son was an aide of Robert Lee.Tom told me that Lee arrived yesterday, the Colonel went on,but Pete Longstreet declined the order to attack. 'I suppose that would be an awfully big step, wouldn't it? And all this is selfish of me. Well, why the hell don't you come with me?' He sighed and sat back, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. what I mean is, if you want to go back there, if you need to go back just to see for yourself where you were born and who your parents were. Well, then listen to what I'm saying, because it is about two living people. I brushed the table as I rose and-well, it just fell. He had to be, insufficient time had elapsed since I'd waked for him to have left the saloon: more importantly the hairs on the back of my neck told me there was another and inimical presence in the saloon with me.
What and where was the cause? A sound or a physical contact, it couldn't be anything else, and whoever was responsible for whatever it had been was still with me. And whathad wakened me? Something had, I knew without knowing why that I hadn't wakened naturally but that there had been some external cause. Because it was dark, of course, but why was the saloon dark? Every light had been on when I'd gone to sleep. It says much for my mental acuity that at least ten seconds elapsed before it occurred to me why it had been necessary for me to consult the luminous hands.
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