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“Childhood comes for me at night, The voices of my friends.” --Jackson Browne Rumors abound that Lee has surrendered to Grant on Palm Sunday at a place called Appomattox Court House. Captain Johnny Tango and his band of partisan cavalry have not gotten the word to lay down their arms. To them, the war still goes on and on, and their enemy Custer is hunting them like wounded game. The Golden Hair will show Tango and the others no mercy. Just as the Rebels well do if they can catch the blue coated enemy. Such has become the nature of irregular warfare, where rules are as concrete as the mountain winds that cool the battlefield. Let us listen in on the ghosts of conversations held just yesterday, between warriors come and gone. “Captain, you were right, that devil Custer hung Jones and Harris last night at sundown, and he didn’t even allowed them a chancre to explain themselves to the Yankees.” “Sergeant Mayo, you were there and heard this?” Tango asks while striking a long stem match on his black riding boots. “Yes sir, I was so close to the Golden Hair, I could smell his cologne, there is no doubt about it Captain, he killed our men in cold blood.” “I sent Jones and Harris over to Indian Creek to get some fresh drinking water, that’s all.” “Yes sir, we know, and once they had filled their canteens, Custer’s men arrested them on site for spying, and by wearing civilian clothes, they were instantly ordered hung.” “We’ve never worn regular uniforms; the Yankees know that full well Sgt. Mayo.” “They don’t care Captain Tango; they are baiting us into a trap.” “We will get our vengeance tomorrow Sgt. Mayo, and I will personally see do it that Custer is shot in the head, truce or no truce.” |