Re: Chapter 11: Investigation
In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):
"Hunh," Jake muttered, raising a hand to shield his eyes against the low, early-morning sun as he stared at the column of cavalry that was blazing past on the flat ground to the south of town, "wonder where they're headed in such a hurry at this time o' the mornin'?"
Things surely has changed since the War, Jake thought to himself. These days, the bulk o' the fightin' 'gainst the hostiles falls to the cavalry. Back durin' the War, the sayin' amongst the infantry, who was doin' the lion's share of the fightin' an' the dyin', was 'Whoever saw a dead cavalryman?'
Jake scratched at his chin-whiskers. All right, reckon I'll check an' see if York & Meyers is open yet. If they are . . . what was that lad's name who helped me with my rations? Jacob Winston -- that was it, sure enough. Jacob said that he'd speak with Mister Chapin 'bout my rifle-sling. So Chapin's the man I want t'be speakin' with this mornin', if'n he's in the store this early. If not, mayhaps I'll mosey on down to Hatfield's an' have myself a good breakfast, an' then double back for a palaver.