Chapter Sixteen
The following night I asked Marcus to continue with his story.
“Are you certain?” he asked dubiously.
“Yes. Absolutely.” I sat down on the bench across from his portrait and looked up into his eyes.
“You were with the Indians when we stopped. Were you able to get free somehow? Did they let you go? What happened?”
Marcus gave a little laugh. “You won’t believe it when I tell you.”
“Try me.”
“Peter came back the following day with the cavalry,” Marcus said, his voice sounding light. “He and the interpreter had gone straight to Fort Shelby and told them what happened. Apparently, the commanding officer was furious. First of all, that I hadn’t come to him before handing over all those weapons to the Indians, and secondly, because the Indians were breaking a treaty by ho
