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osc.am2.redprophet-第34部分

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n't've believed it either; Armor;〃 he said。 〃I always kind of thought Ta…Kumsaw was the bravest man I ever knew。 But he was here; and he was in charge。 I see him standing there and telling people what to do。 He stood right here。 I can see him so clear cause there wasn't nobody else stood exactly in that place for so long。 And he was mad。 Ain't no mistake about it。〃
  Armor believed it。 They all did  they all knew Tack was a truthful man; and if he said he was sure; then he was sure。 But there had to be some reason。 〃Maybe he e and saved the boys; did you think of that? Maybe he e and stopped some band of wild Reds from〃
  〃Red…lover!〃 somebody shouted。
  〃You know Ta…Kumsaw! He's no coward; and stealing them boys was a cowardly thing to do; you know that man!〃
  〃Nobody ever knows a Red man。〃
  〃Ta…Kumsaw didn't take those boys!〃 insisted Armor…of…God。 〃I know it!〃
  Then everybody fell silent; cause old Al Miller was pushing his way forward; out to where Armor…of…God was standing。 Faced down his son…in…law; he did; with a face like living hell he was so mad。 〃You don't know nothing; Armor…of…God Weaver。 You are the most worthless scum ever formed on the top of a chamber pot。 First you married my daughter and wouldn't let her work no hexes cause you were so cock…eyed sure it was the devil's work。 Then you let all these Reds stay around here all the time。 And when we thought of building a stockade you said; No; if we build a stockade that just gives them French something to attack and burn down; we'll be friends with the Reds and then they'll leave us alone; we'll trade with the Reds。 Well look what it got us! Look what you done for us! Ain't we all glad we listened to you now! I don't think you're no Red…lover; Armor…of…God; I just think you're the blamedest fool ever to cross the Hio and e out west; and the only folks dumber than you is us if we listen to you for another minute!〃
  Then Al Miller turned to face the other men; who were looking at him with awe in their face like they just seen majesty for the first time in their lives。 〃We done it Armor's way for ten years here。 But I've done with that。 I lost one boy in the Hatrack River on my way here; and this town is named for him。 Now I lost two other boys。 I only got me five sons left; but I tell you I'll put guns in their hands myself; and lead them all into the middle of Prophetstown and blast them Reds into hell; even if it means we all die! You hear me?〃
  They heard him; ob yes they did。 They heard and shouted back。 This was the word they wanted right now; the word of hate and anger and revenge; and nobody better to give it to them than Al Miller; who was normally a peaceable man; never picked a quarrel with nobody。 Him being the father of the captured boys just made it all the stronger when he spoke。
  〃The way I see it;〃 said Al Miller; 〃Bill Harrison was right all along。 Ain't no way the Red man and the White man can share this land。 And I tell you something else。 It ain't me that's leaving。 There's too much blood of mine been shed here now for me to pack up and go away。 I'm staying  either on this land or in it。〃
  Me too; said all them boys。 That's the truth; Al Miller。 We're staying。
  〃Thanks to Armor here; we got no stockade and we got no U。S。 Army fort closer than Carthage City。 If we fight right now; we might lose everything and everybody。 So let's hold off the Reds as best we can and send for help。 A dozen men down to Carthage City and beg Bill Harrison to send us up an army; and maybe bring his cannon if he can。 My two boys are gone; and a thousand Reds for each of my sons won't be enough getting even for me!〃
  
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  The dozen riders set on their way south first thing the next morning。 They left from the mons; which was crowded with wagons as more and more families from outlying farms came in to town to put up with close…in friends and kinfolk。 But Al Miller wasn't there to see them off。 Yesterday his words set them all in motion; but that was all the leadership they'd get from him。 He didn't want to be in charge。 He just wanted his boys back。
  In the church; Armor…of…God sat on the front pew; despondent。 〃We're making the most terrible mistake;〃 he said to Reverend Thrower。
  〃That's what men do;〃 said Thrower; 〃when they make their decisions without the help of the Lord。〃
  〃It wasn't Ta…Kumsaw; I know it。 Nor the Prophet either。〃
  〃He's no Prophet; not of God; anyway;〃 said Thrower。
  〃He's no killer; either;〃 said Armor。 〃Maybe Tack was right; maybe somehow Ta…Kumsaw's got something to do with this。 But I know one thing。 Ta…Kumsaw's no killer。 Even when he was a young man; during General Wayne's war; there was a bunch of Reds all set to burn a bunch of captives to death; the way they did in those days  Chippy…Wa; I think they were。 And along es Ta…Kumsaw; all by himself; just this one lone Shaw…Nee; and he makes them stop。 We want the White man to respect us; to treat us as a nation; he says to them。 White man won't respect us if we act like this! We got to be civilized。 No scalps; no torture; no burning; no killing captives。 That's what he says to them。 He's stuck to that ever since。 He kills in battle; yes; but in all his raids down south he didn't kill one soul; do you realize that? If Ta…Kumsaw's got them boys; then they're as safe as if their mama had them home in bed。〃
  Thrower sighed。 〃I suppose you know these Reds better than I do。〃
  〃I know them better than anybody。〃 He laughed bitterly。 〃So they call me a Red…lover and don't listen to a word I say。 Now they're calling for that whisky…dealing tyrant from Carthage City to e up here and take over。 No matter what he does he'll be a hero。 They'll make him governor for real; then。 Heck; they'll probably make him President; if Wobbish ever joins the U。S。A。〃
  〃I don't know this Harrison。 He can't be the devil you make him out to be。〃
  Armor laughed。 〃Sometimes; Reverend; I think you are as trusting as a little child。〃
  〃Which is how the Lord told us to be。 Armor…of…God; be patient。 All things will work out as the Lord intends。〃
  Armor buried his face in his hands。 〃I sure hope so; Reverend。 I sure do。 But I keep thinking about Measure; as good a man as you can hope to find; and that boy Alvin; that sweet…faced boy; and how much store his papa sets by him; and〃
  Thrower's face went grim。 〃Alvin Junior;〃 he muttered。 〃Who would have imagined that the Lord would do his work through the hands of heathens?〃
  〃What are you talking about?〃 asked Armor。
  〃Nothing; Armor; nothing。 Just that everything about this may be exactly; exactly what the Lord intends。〃
  Up the hill at the Miller house; Al still sat at the breakfast table。 He didn't eat no supper the night before; and when he tried to eat breakfast he like to gagged on the food。 Faith cleared it all away; and now she stood behind him; rubbing his shoulders。 She never once said to him; I told you not to send them。 But they both knew it。 It hung between them like a sword; and neither dared reach out to the other for fear of it。
  The silence broke when Wastenot came in; a rifle over his shoulder。 He set it beside the front door; swung a chair between his legs; and sat and looked at his parents。 〃They're gone; down to fetch the army。〃
  To his surprise; his father only lowered his head and rested it on his arms; which were crossed on the table。
  Mother looked at him; her face haggard with worry and grief。 〃Since when did you learn how to use that thing?〃
  〃Me and Wantnot been practicing;〃 he said。
  〃And you're going to kill Reds with it?〃
  Wastenot was surprised at the loathing in her voice。 〃I sure hope so;〃 he said。
  〃And when all the Reds are dead; and you pile all their bodies together; will Measure and Alvin somehow wriggle out of that pile and e on home to me?〃
  Wastenot shook his head。
  〃Last night some Red went home to his family; all proud because he killed him some White boys yesterday。〃 Her voice caught when she said it; but she went on all the same; cause when Faith Miller had aught to say; it got said。 〃And maybe his wife or his mama patted him and kissed him and made him supper。 But don't you ever walk through that door and tell me you killed a Red man。 Cause you won't get no supper; boy; and you won't get no kiss; and you won't get no pat; and no word; and no home; and no mama; you hear me?〃
  He heard; all right; but he didn't like it。 He stood up and walked back to the door and picked up the gun。 〃You think what you like; Mama;〃 he said; 〃but this is a war; and I am going to kill me some Reds; and I'm going to e back home; and I'm going to own up to it proud as can be。 And if that means you don't want to be my mama no more; then you might as well stop being my mama now; and not wait till I e back。〃 He opened the door; but stopped before slamming it shut behind him。 〃Cheer up; Mama。 Maybe I won't e back at all。〃
  He never talked that way to his mother in his life; and he wasn't real sure that it felt good to do it now。 But she was being crazy; not understanding that it was war now; that them Reds had declared it open season on White folks and so there wasn't no more choice about it。
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