Ashes of Heaven: The Lame Deer Fight-May 7, 1877 and the End of the Great Sioux War (The Plainsmen, Book 13)
Terry C. Johnston
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Publish Year note: First published in 1998
The U.S. Army's goal: to wipe out the remnants of scattered, starving people on the frontier's Northern Plain. But before Colonel Nelson A. Miles, the Bear Coat, launched his spring campaign into the heart of Indian country, the commander took one last stab at negotiations—and called on a Cheyenne woman and the famous half-breed pony scout named Johnny Bruguier.
Together, they traveled to the valley of the upper Rosebud River to urge the Sioux to surrender. But a personal grudge exploded in the ranks of the U.S. Army. Now, as a man and a woman risk their lives for peace, the culmination of the great Sioux War is set in motion, and the Bear Coat takes on the last of the fierce Lakota warriors...
nearly twice that many,” the Irishman said. “What with all them ponies too.” White Bull was talking to Rowland, motioning here and there with his arm, stabbing a palm with one finger on his other hand. “He says there’s two bands of horses,” the squawman translated. “Small herd on this side of the creek. But it must’ve been the bunch we seen this morning what’s on the other side. Farther away from the camp.” “East?” Donegan asked. After Rowland spoke quietly with White Bull, the white man
village than where we was hanging back,” Robert began to relate his story. “They come back and that medicine man—” “White Bull?” “That’s the one, General. He said he counted thirty-eight lodges. But the Irishman said there had to be more’n that.” “I’ll go with Donegan on that one too,” Miles echoed. “And the herd?” “Two of ’em, sir. One on the north side of the stream, and the other south. Both on the far side of the camp from where your men will come in on their charge.” Miles clapped his
that Cheyenne greeting, Donegan watched White Bull and Brave Wolf slip out of the twelve-foot-tall willow thicket on horseback. Donegan raised his hand, smiling as he spotted Rowland on their tail-roots, the others close behind the squawman. The group came to a halt just as Miles loped up with a big grin. “By damn, you did get back by sunup, Irishman!” Rowland cried, his eyes darting back over the cavalry forming up. “I give you my word, Bill,” he said, then nodded his head back at the
More bullets hissed past the Irishman. “Dismount, goddammit!” the sergeant was hollering. “Horse-holders to the front!” In the maddening confusion of men and animals whirling in all directions like a Kentucky reel, Seamus spun to the ground, dragging the horse behind him as he lunged for some tall willow. Hidden here where the warriors couldn’t easily spot him, the Irishman knotted the reins to the brush then sprinted to a nearby stand of trees to begin firing at the hillside. “There’s Injuns
Camp Robinson, before trudging his way north again to the Red Fork of the Powder where the Fourth Cavalry jumped the Cheyenne. Donegan had rounded out this last year in hostile country when he marched up the Tongue, only to run into Crazy Horse again. Looking down at the newsprint rattling in his cold hands, Seamus realized this wouldn’t be the first story his dear Samantha would read on this war with the Sioux and Cheyenne. He swallowed hard, knowing it wouldn’t be the last story she would read