|Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
||[Jan. 24th, 2013|10:17 pm]
New Words: 1100 on chapter 8 ("Copper Heart") of Arizona. Among a lot of other things, a Navajo peace treaty on its way to Washington is derailed by the coming of the Civil War to Arizona. The soldiers of Fort Defiance quickly decide their loyalties, fracturing the fort and leaving just a skeleton crew against a thousand Navajo warriors.
Total Words: 243750.
Reason For Stopping: Just wanted to get this small scene out and then head off for errand-running.
Book Year: 1861.
Mammalian Assistance: Vegas and Friday both experimented with coming in the Writing Room, but left shortly afterwards. Vegas' box pile is starting to tilt thanks to the slow crush of a large box on the bottom, one reason he hasn't stuck around much lately, so I'll have to fix that.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood.
Real Shower Or Kettle Shower: Kettle, though today it was due to circumstances rather than me just wanting to spend the lion's share of my time writing.
Today's Opening Passage(s): Spring at Fort Defiance and Navajoland had bloomed warm and colorful, and brought hopeful news to the men of the Third Infantry: The senior officer in the region, Colonel Edward R.S. Canby, had surpassed Riley’s hopes and negotiated a peace treaty with the Navajo. It was on its way to Washington to be ratified, and that was the tricky part; Congress had often seen fit to undo the good work done by the soldiers in the field. But Captain Shively admitted the terms were reasonable for all sides, and expressed a rare hope that this time the treaty would stick. The Navajo War seemed to be over.
Before the treaty could be ratified, though, another war erupted—this time between the northern and southern states.
Darling Du Jour: “Listen up, boys!” Evander shouted, and he marched straight into the Southerners. Deserters they might be in the next few minutes, no longer feeling bound to obey U.S. superiors, but they parted for Sergeant Evander because he was still Sergeant Evander, and no change of uniform would change that truth.
The sergeant let out a long exhale and mounted his hands on his hips. “Listen up. That treaty that’s gone to Washington likely won’t be worth spit now, and if we do get any reinforcements they’ll probably be shavetails who won’t know their musket hole from their ass. All of you know what we’re facing here. So I’m…hell, I’m asking you”—surprised looks all around, including Riley and Shively—“as men who have served well under me, and as gentlemen. Just take one gun a piece, what you think is a fair amount of shot and powder, and leave us the rest. ‘Cause you know as God and the Devil are my witnesses, we’ll need them.”
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: Conroy; Laidlaw.