Crispus was jawing about? Then those whoâd died...Rayford, LaâRita, Lafayette, Wardell, Elle Mae, and only God knew how many more were murdered back in Allenville. They couldnât die in vain . The mantra in the 79 th Colored Infantry. During the war, not a single man went AWOLâthey were freed slaves or free Northerners fighting a war for an entire people. Those who died... they couldnât die in vain . Â
The Pharaohâs Staff brought the Klan to his small town, and caused too many deaths. Jeb needed to see whatever Verdiss planned wouldnât happen. Whether it was to get wallpapered drunk, or wage some world war. Heâd stick the Grand Dragon like a pig and watch him bleed out. Jeb slouched down and closed his eyes, trying to ignore Crispus and Fallon chattering about what was to come.
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Jeb paced inside his tent, nervous and sweaty in the Louisiana summer heat. Rufus rummaged through the equipment on his bed, muttering about his bayonet. Major Lydell Jones had called an eleventh hour assembly as he always did before a battle. He despised bummers, theyâd end up in working the skirmish lineâdefending the company as it moved into battle. A death sentence.
âLetâs go. Letâs go.â Jeb kept his eyes to the ground, unable to face Rufus. âItâs gonna be my fault.â The soldierâs mutterings flowed around Jeb like a whirlwind. A conversation heâd had years agoâfamiliar yet in the background of his thoughts. âItâs my fault you died, Rufus.â Tears dripped from his eyes. Rufus asked him a question, but the words were too far away to understand âIâm sorry. I shouldâve taken better care of you.â Jeb stopped pacing. He tried to fight what was coming, but guilt forced him to his knees. âForgive me!â Jeb meant to face Rufus, but even in his dreams he couldnât. The young soldier stood at his side. Jeb avoided his gaze like the Tennessee.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rufus change in a moment. Moses Noitavlas. âNot your fault. Not theirs.â Jeb felt that soft, uncallous hand on his shoulder. It was a childâs hand, one whoâd never worked a field. âForgive yourself. Forgive them.â
âI donât know how.â Jeb buried his face in his hands. âI didnât do right. Look what them crackers did to us,â he sobbed.
âYouâre already dead . . .â
Warm sunlight caressed his skin. Then pulled his eyes open. Bird songs floated through the air to the music of whooshing water. Just a dream. Guiltâs playing tricks on me. Those boys are dead. Jeb sat up and rubbed his eyes. Â
âWhatâs going on here?â He scratched his bristles, looked out the window. âGood lawd!â They were at the crest of some cliff, who knows how high. And there, looking over the edge like curious children, stood Crispus and Fallon. Waiting to fall any moment. Jeb leapt from the buggy and stormed over. He yanked both away from the ledge. âYâall are gonna fall to your deaths.â He pushed past them. Then gazed down at the Mississippi River surging south on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. âShit.â There mustâve been several dozen men bustling about like grazing cattle.
âGoblins.â Crispus pointed down. âTheyâre digging for the Pharaohâs Staff. They will find it eventually.â. Â
âNarce and his men,â said Fallon, his voice bitter. âSince they couldnât find you, they went right for the staff.â
âBut I have a plan.â Crispus turned to Jeb. Â
âNow what?â Jeb counted the Goblins. Too damn many. Forty eight, or eighty four? Twenty-nine? Â
âThis.â Crispus held out the tattered, green cape. âWe will sneak down and camp just far enough so they donât see us. When the Klan finds the staff, one of us will creep in unseen and steal
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