Dakota Dream (48 page)

Custer buried the barrel of the gun into Jacob's throat. "You son of a bitch," he screamed, grinding his teeth. ''Take that back this minute or I'll blow your damn head off."

"Go ahead," Jacob sneered. "Shoot me, but be sure to tell Dominique of this conversation. Tell her what her husband tried to do before you murdered him."

Enraged beyond any fury he'd ever experienced, Custer pulled the hammer back on the gun, but at the last minute, some small ration of logic kept him from pulling the trigger. Custer himself had once been court-martialed for something very close to the act he was about to perform. Was this lying private worth his career?
And perhaps the presidency?

Still grinding his teeth, he lowered the gun to Jacob's chest and shoved. "Turn around, Private. That's an order."

Jacob assumed the general was finally considering his warning. Understanding that if he wanted to see Dominique alive again, he must obey the general now, Jacob made a slow circle. Before he completed the arc, the gun crashed against his temple. Jacob dropped to the ground.

Custer backed out of the
tent,
calling to the first officer he spotted. "Lieutenant Woodhouse, get over here, on the double."

Barney loped to his commander's side.
"Yes, sir?"

"I've found it necessary to place Private Stoltz under arrest. Get a length of rope."

"General, sir?
What'd he do?"

"That's no concern of yours, Lieutenant. Get the rope now. Be quick about it before he comes to and I have to shoot him."

Barney gulped,
then
dashed off to the supply wagon.

While he waited, Custer kept one eye on the big German lying on the floor of his quarters as searched the campground for his officers. Finally spotting Major Reno, he called to him, "Reno, bring Benteen. Be quick. We have a change of plans."

Barney returned with the rope then, gasping and out of breath, and stood there waiting for his next order.

"Tie him," Custer said. "Bind his hands behind his back as tight as you can, then do the same to his feet. It wouldn't be a bad idea to connect the hands and feet with another length."

"Lord
almighty
," Barney muttered, near tears as he began to tie his friend. "What'd he do, General?"

"
He 's
insubordinate, and he's a traitor, Lieutenant. Those are the charges for now." He glanced up, watching for his officers, and added, "I suspect when I return from the battlefield, I'll be adding more."

"A
traitor
, General?"
Barney choked out. "I can't believe that of Jacob."

"You are not to second-guess me. You are to guard this tent and guard it with your life. Is that understood, or would you like to join the private?"

"Understood, sir."
Barney snapped off a salute,
then
marched to the opening in the tent. Taking up a position just outside the flap, he observed as the general joined two other officers a few feet away.

"We have to ride out tonight," Custer said to the surprised officers.

"Tonight?
But the men and horses are exhausted," Major Reno complained.

"And we're already ahead of schedule," Captain
Benteen
said, trying to sound respectful to a man he abhorred. "Maybe you have forgotten that General Terry warned us not to get greedy about this. He said we're supposed to wait until Sunday when we're at full manpower and go in all at once."

"There's no time for that," Custer barked, impulsively adding a statement that wasn't entirely true. "And General Terry isn't in charge of you men, I am. I say we go tonight and take them by surprise. I have word the Sioux know we're here, and they also know that we don't plan to march on them for a couple of days."

Major Reno's brows shot up. "Where'd you hear that?"

"That doesn't matter," Custer said. "What does is that we get our plans straight. Here's what we'll do."

The three men hunkered down and Custer began to draw a diagram in the soft earth with a stick. "I think it'll be best if we separate into three groups and surround the Sioux. There will be no running away from us this time. Reno, take your men to the southern end of the Little Bighorn Valley. Benteen, you go straight to the southwest. I'll take my group up north along the bluff. That ought to do it."

"That ought to do it," Major Reno echoed, exchanging glances and a disgusted shake of his head with Benteen. "That might just do it all right."

The following afternoon Dominique walked along the banks of the river, remembering the conversation she'd had with Jacob just six days ago. She gazed into the water, so clear the pebbles lining the bottom stared back at her like little eyeballs, and wondered if he had managed to do the impossible. Had Jacob found a way to turn her uncle's army back?

She glanced up and noticed a large dirty cloud rolling toward her from the south.
A dust storm?
she
idly wondered. Then Dominique heard the screams of women and children, the shouting of a general alarm. She jumped to her feet, her heart in her throat, and began running toward the great dust cloud.

As she neared the rolling apparition, soldiers suddenly appeared through the earth-colored fog. Dominique slid to a stop and buried her fist in her mouth.
"
No,"
she screamed, strangling on her knuckles, her fear. "Please, no."

Dominique stood there, paralyzed by her terror and by the unwillingness of her mind to accept the message her vision sent.

Then she witnessed the unspeakable.

Amid the rifle fire, the screams of terror and agony, she watched a United States Cavalryman run down a fleeing woman, a squaw she recognized as one of Chief Gall's wives, and then fire point-blank into her unprotected back. The bullet passed through the Indian woman's body and through that of the child she carried in her arms as well.

Dominique swooned, nearly fainting, but her anger, her rage, quickly cleared her head. Able to propel her legs again, she charged the soldier, screaming as she ran. "Stop it. Stop it, you
bastar
.!
"

As a screaming woman approached him, the soldier turned in his saddle and raised his rifle. When he peered down the sights and positioned his finger on the trigger, a cloud of beautiful red-gold hair filled the sights. "Huh?" he said, startled, as he looked up from the gun. "Well, I'll be damned."

She was upon him now, and before the soldier could say another word, Dominique grabbed the barrel of the rifle and jerked it out of his hands. Swinging it as hard as she could, she
arced
it upward and cracked the soldier alongside the head with the butt of the weapon.

After the man hit the ground, Dominique tossed his rifle toward the river,
then
pulled herself up onto his horse. Wheeling the animal around, she plunged headlong into the dust cloud, screaming as she rode, "Who's in charge here? Where is General Custer? Take me to the general."

Surprised soldiers parted, making way for the madwoman as she galloped through their ranks, but none tried to stop her until a horse veered up alongside her and a big hand reached out and grabbed her reins.

"Whoa, now," Major Reno called out.
"Easy, now."

Dominique glanced over at the officer, but didn't really look at him. She repeated her demands. "Take me to General Custer. This must stop now."

"Dominique? It is you, isn't it?"

Catching her breath, working to slow her rapid pulse, she studied the officer more closely. "Major Reno?
For God's sake.
Stop this."

"Take it easy, girl. I'll get you to safety."

"No. Where's my uncle? Make him stop this."

In spite of her protests, Reno kicked his mount in the flanks and began leading her away down thorough the column to the rear. "He's not with this group," he shouted above the din, "but he's going to be mighty thrilled to see you. I'll have a soldier take you to safety."

"But I don't want to go to safety." She grabbed at the reins, but Reno held fast. "I want this stopped, you murderer. Stop it now."

"Dominique, I'm sure you've been through hell these past weeks, but I can't take time to explain anything to you right now." He beckoned to a soldier, a sergeant major he trusted implicitly,
then
said to her, "Go with this man. Your uncle will explain all this later if you're still interested."

She opened her mouth to object, to complain about the outrageous cruelties she'd witnessed, but then Dominique remembered Jacob's words. "If the soldiers come into our camp, show yourself and go with them." She'd promised him that she would.

Swallowing hard, fighting the urge to look back at the Hunkpapa village, Dominique bit her lip and allowed the sergeant major to lead her away from the battle.

All through the night and into the next day Jacob worked to free himself from his bonds. Finally, as bright sunlight trickled in through the crack in the tent flap, he pulled a raw and bleeding wrist through the loop and quickly removed the rest of his bindings. His head pounded and he was disoriented. Crawling on his hands and knees, he silently made his way to the opening and peered out. All was quiet, save for a few summer birds singing their love songs. Jacob stuck his head through the flap,
then
ducked back inside. Barney sat on a chair to his right. From his quick observation, the lieutenant appeared to be asleep.

Jacob rubbed his aching temple. A Lakota warrior wouldn't even have to stop and think. He would simply reach through the opening and break Barney's neck. But Jacob could no longer think like a warrior, could barely think at all. There had to be another way out.

Again peering through the opening, Jacob inched the flap open. He studied his sleeping friend for a moment,
then
he struck. He whipped his arm around Barney's head, firmly clasping his palm across the surprised soldier's mouth, and dragged him inside.

"Do not fight me," Jacob implored in a whisper. When Barney's struggles ceased, he relaxed his grip but kept his hand over Barney's mouth. "I am sorry, friend. But I do what I must. Do you understand?"

Wild-eyed, confused, Barney nodded.

"I cannot explain everything to you now," Jacob went on. "But I must go after the general and try to stop him. This war cannot happen. Please forgive me for what I must do now."

And before Barney could understand or have any sense of danger, Jacob smashed him across the back of his head with his own gun. "I am sorry, my friend."

Jacob quickly bound him with the ropes he'd just escaped from,
then
checked his pulse. Relieved to feel life surging through Barney's veins, he whispered, "Rest well, my friend. Enjoy your long and happy life." Then he stole from the tent.

The camp was nearly deserted. On cat feet, Jacob crept over near the supply wagon where the surplus horses grazed. After choosing the fittest animal, Jacob silently coaxed it through the dense timber and heavy undergrowth, walking alongside the horse until he was well out of earshot of those who were left behind. Then he mounted up and urged the horse into a gallop.