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Show Page 72 and cumbersome in this climate. Mayhap I will take an Indian arrow without it, but wearing it I would surely have died of the heat. Fortunately, the natives seem to be rather docile. Perhaps the knowledge that there is now a professional soldier here who will punish their villianies has made them so," he added, flicking a speck of ash from his broadcloth breeches. I saw Cisly lift his head as though to disagree with this pompous statement, but a look from Anne held him quiet. Instead, he laughed quietly and said, "Perhaps you are correct, lieutenant. " "Do you know who lives across the ravine near this house?" asked Anne then. "Aye," I answered, recalling the folk I had met in the past week. "The Boys, the Cumbers, the Jacksons and the Snows." "Nay, I mean t'other direction," laughed Anne. "Who?" I asked. "Though I doubt I shall know them." "But you do," said Cisly, joining Anne in laughter. "'Tis Edward Howe and Rose." It was only then I recalled Twig telling me he had encountered his finger-biting Indian near the home of Edward Howe. Had my mind not been so filled with the wonder of my new home that first day, I doubt not I would have paid more heed to what he was saying. |