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Angus bowed his head. "I don't rightly know. I wish I did. The squaws are usually safe during wars, they mind the children and wait for the men to return. I don't think you have any problems right now about her. The only problem might be Custer himself. But I'm not sure he's gonna come out of this alive either. They'll do their best to keep her safe, they love her too."
"Yes, I believe they do." Gloria murmured sadly.
"I wish things had turned out differently for all of us." Frank said and grabbed Gloria to him.
"Don't you fret, if Sitting Bull gathers an army, I got a gut feeling that Custer won't have a chance. Custer will stick his neck out, take a chance. What he don't know is that Sitting Bull is angry enough to do him in."
"I hate to take a side in this. What do you think?" Gloria asked him.
"Well ma'am, the red man don't want to be pushed off their land, they were here first, they consider it theirs. The white man wants the red man to share it. But the problem is, the white man gets greedy. First, they want to move them off the land, then they want to tear it up digging for gold, silver, copper, anything that makes money. They sign treaties and don't keep their word, then there's war. And because there are more whites, than red men usually the whites win in the long run. And Custer's days are numbered, unless he changes his attitude, which is highly unlikely. What is sad is all the men under him don't have a choice. Right or wrong they gotta follow orders and those orders that Custer gives could get them killed."
Gloria reflected on that. "American white people came here to this land to seek freedom from the English. But they use the same tactics here, that the English used on them. It's such a vicious circle."
"Yes ma'am. It is." Angus stood up. "Thank you for the coffee. And tomorrow we'll do this. I appreciate the help. And remember, any problems develop here, you come runnin'. You hear?"
"We will, Angus, thanks for telling us about it."
"And not a peep about Lucy."
"She died." Gloria smiled sadly and kissed Angus on the cheek. "Bless her heart."
Angus blushed, "Kissed by two women in one day, I must be doing something right." He chuckled.
Gloria smiled and him. Frank shook hands with him. "Good luck, Angus."
"Thanks, the same to you."
Angus left and went to the stone mason at the camp. It was a small shop at the end of the barn. The man there was black, big and very busy.
"Harold, I hear you’re the one that makes tombstones." Angus looked at the big black man with interest. He was powerfully built and tall too.
"I do for a fact, and you’re the one they call, Angus?"
"That's right."
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, it's not for me. It's for Aiden."
"The scout?"
"He was, he's in the stockade now." Angus couldn't keep the anger from his voice.
"Fer what?" Harold asked a bit puzzled by the news.
"Treason."
Harold shook his head. "Aiden?" His look told Angus he couldn't believe it of the man.
"Yep, Aiden."
"Marsh did this, didn't he? He's had it in for him for a long time. Aiden ain't no turn-coat. What the hell is going on around here?"
"No, but you won't convince that starched Major, he's looking for fame, medals, and all that goes with it. He don't know that a lot times all you get is death."
"Him and Custer will get theirs one day. They keep aggravating the Indians one day they'll be sorry, and that's fact. Problem is, we'll all be sorry. So, who's the stone for?"
"The White Silver Fox, Shaman to the Cheyenne."
