Chapter Fifteen
For several minutes, the doctor stood, coldly staring at the messenger. A dark cloud of chaos gathered and rolled over his utopia like a storm. He would not let anyone see him out of control, even as he felt the control of his own destiny slipping away. He lowered himself back into his chair, gaze locked on the messenger. “And what does our Federal government, the defender of the people’s liberties, plan to do about this little insurrection?” Even his quiet tone did not mask his inner rage.
“S-sir,” the messenger stammered. “The local militia has him surrounded and the government has dispatched marines to the armory. They even sent for Colonel Lee from Arlington to command them.”
This news did not sit entirely well with Beauregard. He had met Colonel Lee and thought him
