It was true, it was all true. But there was (he told himself dimly) still, somewhere, hope: the Confederation would come. When they did, he would die. He would die at last. And death was good, death was what he wanted....
ONE:"Then it was only a difference in degree, not kind. Was he not accomplishing what he was ordered to do?"
"Not a bit of it," answered Shorty, confidently. "That'll look like weakenin' to the Lieutenant and the Provo. We kin manage this gang, or we'll leave 'em dead in the brush.""Well, then, a hobby," Albin said. "If you're interested in it."In Dodd's mind, then and later, the sign began.THERE were the same perplexing sounds of battle in many places and directions when the 200th Ind. went into line as there had been around Buzzard Roost.