Chapter 23For two long years, I posted letters and inquiries concerning the Yanube Wipe-Out, as the incident came to be retitled, even though my prosecution was unpopular in some quarters. Although Smith never confronted me again directly, I received oblique messages. Miscreants shot up the front of the house in the middle of the night, shattering two of my precious window lights. The Pipe Stem told me later there had been soldiers in the area.
A party of Nakota-speakers unfamiliar to me marooned on my doorstep, demanding liquor. When I denied having any, they informed me I lied. The Blue Coats said I stocked it by the kegs. I took two of their ringleaders through my house and barn to convince them otherwise. Eventually they went away after chopping up the edge of my porch with hatchets o
