Chapter 110
The next fortnight was not pleasant. My letter of accusation, together with copies of missives posted to the White House, the Indian Bureau, the Territory’s Congressional Delegate, and the War Department, were delivered to Jamieson. I remained in town and held myself available to answer questions.
Once, Captain Smith himself faced me in the commandant’s office before a gathering of his peers and promptly lost his composure, referring to me as an Indian lover guilty of aiding in the murder of white men. He, of course, referred to the Sergeant’s Gang, although in the recesses of my mind, I held the secret knowledge of the slaying of the two man-stealers. I remained true to my bearing—solid and dignified, I hoped—and in my opinion, his loss of control did not fall to his favor.