"I thought that was whiskey, or maybe women, depending," Snow said. "More women in the Territory than there used to be, and nowadays I can"t do as much with "em. Ain"t that the way it goes?" He spat a mournful stream of tobacco juice onto the ground.
Roosevelt laughed, but quickly sobered. His education made him stick out in these parts. He had trouble talking with his hands, with his fellow ranchers, and even with the townsfolk in Helena about anything past superficialities. Sometimes he felt more nearly an exile than an emigrant from his old way of life. The closest civilized conversation was down in Cheyenne, or maybe even Denver.
But then Philander Snow remarked, "It"ll be lambing time any day now," and thoughts of the work at hand replaced those having to do with combustion and metabolism.
Off in the distance, the sheep cropped the new spring gra.s.s. The ranch had several hundred head, and a couple of hundred cattle to go with them. Along with the fields of wheat and barley and the vegetable plot near the ranch house, Roosevelt produced all the food he needed, and had a tidy surplus to sell. "Self-sufficiency," he declared. "Every man"s dream-and, by jingo, I"ve got it! Lord of the manor, that"s what I am."
"Ain"t nothin" wrong with your manners, boss," Snow said, spitting again. "Oh, you was kind of fancified and dudish when you first got here, I reckon, but you"ve done settled in nice as you please."
"For which I do thank you, Phil, most sincerely." As he had many times in the past, Roosevelt reflected that, while both he and his hands used English, they did not speak the same language.
"This here"s a nice spread you got," Snow said. "Not so small you can"t do all sorts of things with it, not so big you got to have your own army before you can get any work done. Down in Texas, I hear tell, they got ranches big as a whole county, do nothin" on "em but raise cows. Pack of d.a.m.n foolishness, anybody wants to know." Another stream of brown landed wetly in the dust.
"You get no arguments from me." Roosevelt looked south, as if, someone having mentioned Texas, he could see it from here. "Do you know, it broke my father"s heart when the United States lost the War of Secession, but I"d say we"re just as well rid of those Rebels. They"d bring their ways of doing things-everything larger than life, as you say-up here if we were still part of the same nation."
"They"d bring their n.i.g.g.e.rs, too." One more expectoration gave Philander Snow"s opinion of that. "Far as I"m concerned, the Rebs are welcome to "em. This here"s a white man"s country, nothin" else but."
"I agree with you once again," Roosevelt said. "The United States are better off without any great presence of the dusky race in our midst. Were it not for the Negro, I doubt we and our former compatriots should ever have come to blows."
"Likely tell, us and the Rebs wouldn"t have fought a war, neither," Snow observed. Roosevelt"s metal framed spectacles and the mustache he was a.s.siduously cultivating helped keep his face from showing what he thought. After a moment, the ranch hand went on, "And now it looks like we"re goin" to fight them sons of b.i.t.c.hes again."
"And bully for Blaine, I say!" Roosevelt clenched his fists. "Lord knows I have no use for the Republican Party except in that it wants us to take a strong line with our neighbors, but that, these days, is an enormous exception."
"You d.a.m.n straight it is, boss," Philander Snow said with a vehement nod. "Them Rebs, they been rubbin" our noses in the dirt since we lost the war, and them Easterners, they just smile and take it and say thank you thank you meek and mild as you please. Hope to Jesus they get around to lettin" Montana into the Union one day soon, so as I can vote for people who"ll show a little backbone. Not even a lot, mind you-a little"d be plenty to make the Rebels climb down off their high horse, you ask me." meek and mild as you please. Hope to Jesus they get around to lettin" Montana into the Union one day soon, so as I can vote for people who"ll show a little backbone. Not even a lot, mind you-a little"d be plenty to make the Rebels climb down off their high horse, you ask me."
"I think you"re dead right, Phil, but the Confederates aren"t the only ones we have to worry about, not here in Montana they"re not." Where Theodore Roosevelt had looked south toward Texas, he now turned north. "Here near Helena, we"re only a couple of hundred miles away from the Canadian border."
"I"ve met me some Canucks," Snow said. "They ain"t the worst people you"d ever want to know. But Canada ain"t free and independent, not all the way it ain"t. The limeys, they do whatever they please there."
"They certainly do," Roosevelt agreed, "and they"re able to do it, too, since their transcontinental railroad went through about the time I came to Montana. The only reason they had for building that railroad-the only only reason, I say, Phil-is to shuttle British soldiers along the frontier to those places where they might prove most advantageous." reason, I say, Phil-is to shuttle British soldiers along the frontier to those places where they might prove most advantageous."
"And where they"ll do the most good, too," Snow said.
Roosevelt smiled. His hired hand had no idea what was funny. He didn"t explain he had no desire to make the older man feel foolish. Instead, he came round to the other subject uppermost on his mind: "And now the Confederates, not content with battening on our weakness these past twenty years, have sunk their fangs into the Empire of Mexico as well."
"By what the papers were saying last time you went into town, President Blaine ain"t gonna take that layin" down," Snow said.
"He"d better not. If he does, the whole country lies down with him. He wasn"t elected to play the coward, which is what I"ve been saying." Resolution crystallized in Roosevelt. When he made up his mind, he made it up in a hurry, and all the way. "Harness the team to the Handbasket, Phil. I"m going into town to find out what the latest news is. If there"s war, sure as the sun comes up tomorrow we"ll have hordes of redcoats pouring over the border. By jingo, I wish the telegraph line reached all the way out here. I want to know what"s going on out in the bigger world."
If Philander Snow cared about the wider world, he concealed it very well. He might have been-he probably had been-a rough character once, but work on the farm and the occasional spree in Helena satisfied him now. "Give me just a few minutes, boss, and I"ll take care of it." He spat and chuckled and spat again. "You"re a h.e.l.l of a funny fellow, boss, when you take it in your mind to be."
Roosevelt went back into the ranch house for his Winchester. The ranch lay about ten miles north of Helena, in a little valley whose surrounding hills protected it from the worst of the winter blizzards. He was more worried about bears than bandits or hostile Indians, but you never could tell. He took a box of .45 caliber cartridges along with the rifle.
Snow brought the buggy out of the barn almost as quickly as he"d promised. "Here you go," he said, climbing down from the driver"s bench so Roosevelt could get aboard. "To Helena Handbasket," he said, and chuckled again. "You struck the mother lode when you came up with that one, sure as h.e.l.l."
"Glad you like it." Roosevelt liked it, too. He stowed the rifle where he could grab it in a hurry if he had to, flicked the reins, and got the horses going toward Helena.
He reached the territorial capital a couple of hours later. Farms much like his own covered most of the flat land, with stretches of forest between them. Here and there, on the higher ground, were shafts and timbers from mines hopeful prospectors had begun. Most of them were years abandoned. Most of the prospectors, like Philander Snow, were making their living in some different line of work these days.
Helena sat in a valley of its own. Some of the log cabins of the earliest settlers, those who"d come just after the end of the War of Secession, still stood down near the bottom of the valley, by the tributary of the p.r.i.c.kly Pear that had made people pause hereabouts in the first place. Newer, finer homes climbed the hills to either side.
Down on Broadway, as Roosevelt drove the wagon toward the newspaper office, he felt himself returned to a cosmopolitan city, even if not to a sophisticated one. Here riding beside him was a bearded prospector leading a pack mule. The fellow still hoped to strike it rich, as did some of his comrades. Every once in a while, those hopes came true. Mines near Helena, and newer ones by Wickes to the south and Marysville to the west, had made millionaires-but only a handful.
A Chinaman in a conical straw hat walked by, carrying two crates hanging from a pole over his right shoulder. Roosevelt approved of Chinese industriousness, but wouldn"t have minded seeing all the Celestials gone from the West. They don"t fit in They don"t fit in, he thought: too different from Americans too different from Americans.
Solomon Katz ran a drugstore near the office of the Helena Gazette; Helena Gazette; Sam Houlihan ran the hardware store next door, and Otto Burmeister the bakery next to that. Among Helena"s ten or twelve thousand people, there were members of every nation ever to set foot on the North American continent. Sam Houlihan ran the hardware store next door, and Otto Burmeister the bakery next to that. Among Helena"s ten or twelve thousand people, there were members of every nation ever to set foot on the North American continent.
And, trotting up the street on their ponies, a couple of the original inhabitants of the continent came toward Roosevelt. One of the Sioux wore the buckskin tunic and trousers traditional to his people, the other blue denim trousers and a calico shirt. Idly, Roosevelt wondered what Helena-a medium-sized town at best, but a larger a.s.semblage of people than their tribe had ever managed-seemed like to them.
He shrugged. In the larger scheme of things, their opinion counted for very little. As if to take their minds off the defeat the United States had suffered at the hands of the Confederacy, and also spurred by the Sioux uprisings in Minnesota, the USA had thrown swarms of soldiers across the prairie, subduing the aborigines by numbers and firepower even if not with any great military skill. These days, the Indians could only stand and watch as the lands that had been theirs served the purposes of a stronger race.
Roosevelt looked for the Indians to head into one of the saloons sprouting like mushrooms along Broadway. Instead, they tied up their horses in front of Houlihan"s establishment and went in there. Roosevelt"s head bobbed up and down in approval: Indians who needed hammers or saw blades or a keg of nails were Indians on the way to civilization. He"d heard the Lord"s Prayer had been translated into Sioux, which he also took for a good sign.
The Gazette Gazette had a copy of the front page of the day"s edition displayed under gla.s.s in front of the office. A small crowd of people stared at it. Roosevelt worked his way through the crowd till he could read the headlines. had a copy of the front page of the day"s edition displayed under gla.s.s in front of the office. A small crowd of people stared at it. Roosevelt worked his way through the crowd till he could read the headlines. REBEL INTRANSIGENCE REBEL INTRANSIGENCE, shouted One. BLAINE TAKES FIRM LINE ON CONFEDERATE LAND GRAB BLAINE TAKES FIRM LINE ON CONFEDERATE LAND GRAB, Said another. ENGLAND WARNS USA NOT TO MEDDLE ENGLAND WARNS USA NOT TO MEDDLE, declared a third.
"England, she has no right to make such a warning," said one of the men in front of Roosevelt. He had a guttural accent; warning warning came out came out varning varning. Roosevelt"s big head nodded vehemently-even a German immigrant could see the nose in front of his face.
He wondered if Blaine would see it or back down, spineless as the Democrats who"d run the country since Lincoln was so unceremoniously shown the door after the war against secession turned out to be the War of Secession. By that second headline, the president seemed to be doing what the people had elected him to do, for which Roosevelt thanked G.o.d.
Behind Roosevelt, the crowd parted as if it were the Red Sea and Moses had come. But it wasn"t Moses, it was a fierce-looking fellow with a bushy white mustache and chin beard who wore a banker"s somber black suit.
"Mornin", Mr. Cruse," a grocer said respectfully. "Good day, sir," one of the men who worked at the livery stable added, tipping his straw hat. "How"s the boy, Tommy?" said a miner who matched Cruse in years but not in affluence.
"Mornin" to you all," Cruse said, affable enough and to spare. A few years earlier, he"d been poorer than the miner who"d greeted him. Roosevelt doubted whether any bank in Montana Territory would have lent him more than fifty dollars. But he"d made his strike, which was rare, and he"d sold it for every penny it was worth, which was rarer. These days, he didn"t need to borrow money from a bank, for he owned one. He was one of the handful of men throughout the West who"d gone at a single bound from prospector to capitalist.
He"d dealt squarely with people when he was poor, and he kept on dealing squarely with them now that he was rich. Had he wanted to be territorial governor, he could have been. He"d never given any sign of being interested in the job.
Like everyone else, Roosevelt gave way for him. It was a gesture of respect for the man"s achievement, not one of servility. Roosevelt had money of his own, New York money, infinitely older and infinitely more stable than that grubbed from the ground here in the wild territories.
"Good morning, Mr. Roosevelt," Cruse said, nodding to him. The self-made millionaire respected those who gave him his due and no more.
"Good morning to you, Mr. Cruse," Roosevelt answered, hoping he would be as vigorous as the ex-miner when he got old. He pointed toward the front page of the Helena Gazette Helena Gazette. "What do you think we ought to do, sir, about the Confederates" land grab?"
"Let me see the latest before I answer." Unlike so many of his comrades, Thomas Cruse would not leap blind. He stood well back from the newspaper under gla.s.s, studying the headlines. The crowd of men who had also been reading them waited, silent, for his considered opinion. Once he was done, he spoke with due deliberation: "I think we ought to continue on the course we"ve taken up till now. I see no other we can choose."
"My exact thought, Mr. Cruse," Roosevelt agreed enthusiastically. "But if the Confederates and the British-and the French who prop up Maximilian-also continue on their course ..."
"Then we lick "em," Tom Cruse said in a loud, harsh voice. The crowd in front of the newspaper office erupted in cheers. Theodore Roosevelt joined them. Cruse could speak for all of Montana Territory. The miner turned banker had certainly spoken for him.
General James Ewell Brown Stuart"s way had always been to lead from the front. As commander of the Confederate States Department of the Trans-Mississippi, he might have made his headquarters in Houston or Austin, as several of his predecessors had done. Instead, ever since being promoted to the position two years earlier, he"d based himself in the miserable village of El Paso, as far west as he could go while staying in the CSA.
Peering north and west along the Rio Grande-swollen, at the moment, with spring runoff and very different from the sleepy stream it would be soon-Jeb Stuart looked into the USA. That proximity to the rival nation made El Paso important as a Confederate outpost, and was the reason he"d brought his headquarters. .h.i.ther.
But El Paso had been a place of significance before an international border sprang up between Texas and New Mexico Territory, between CSA and USA. It and its sister town on the other side of the Rio Grande, Paso del Norte, had stood on opposite sides of the border first between Mexico and the USA and then between Mexico and the CSA. The pa.s.s the names of the two towns commemorated was one of the lowest and broadest through the Rockies, a gateway between east and west travelers had been using for centuries.
Stuart looked across the Rio Grande to Paso del Norte. Not quite twenty years earlier, the national border between Texas and New Mexico had gone up. (It would have gone up farther west and north, but the Confederate invasion of New Mexico, mounted without adequate manpower or supplies, had failed.) Now, as soon as Stuart got the telegram for which he was waiting, the border on the Rio Grande would cease to be.
His aide-de-camp, a burly major named Horatio Sellers, came walking up to the edge of the river to stand alongside him. Sweat streaked Sellers" ruddy face. Dust didn"t scuff up under his boots, as it would in a few weeks, but the heat was already irksome, and gave every promise of becoming appalling.
Sellers peered across into what remained for the moment the territory of the Empire of Mexico. Paso del Norte was larger than its Confederate counterpart, but no more prepossessing. A couple of cathedrals reared above the mud-brick buildings that made up most of the town. The flat roofs of those buildings made the place look as if the sun had pounded it down from greater prominence.
Sellers said, "We"re giving Maximilian three million in gold and silver for those two provinces? Three million? Sir million? Sir, you ask me, we ought to get change back from fifty cents."
"n.o.body asked you, Major," Stuart answered. "n.o.body asked me, either. That doesn"t matter. If we"re ordered-when we"re ordered-to take possession of the provinces for the Confederacy, that"s what we"ll do. That"s all we can do."
"Yes, sir," his aide-de-camp answered resignedly.
"Look on the bright side," Stuart said. "We"ve got the Yankees hopping around like fleas on a hot griddle. That"s worthwhile all by itself, if you ask me." He grinned. "Of course, Longstreet didn"t ask me, any more than he asked you."
Sellers remained gloomy, which was in good accord with his nature. "Two provinces full of desert and Indians and Mexicans, and we"re supposed to turn them into Confederate states, sir? It"ll be a lot of work, I can tell you that. Christ, Negro servitude is illegal south of the border."
"Well, if the border moves south, our laws move with it," Stuart answered. "I expect we"ll manage well enough there." He chuckled. "I"ll bet Stonewall wishes he were here instead of me. He liked Mexico when he fought there for the USA-he even learned to speak Spanish. But he"s stuck in Richmond, and that"s about as far from El Paso as you can be and still stay in the Confederate States."
"Sir," Sellers persisted, exactly as if Jeb Stuart could do something about the situation, "supposing we do annex Sonora and Chihuahua. How the devil are we supposed to defend them from the USA? New Mexico Territory and California have a lot longer stretch of border with "em than Texas does, and the Yankees have a railroad down there, so they can ship in troops faster than we can hope to manage it. What are we going to do?"
"Whatever it takes, and whatever we have to do," Stuart said, though he recognized the answer as imperfectly satisfactory. "I"ll tell you this much, Major, and you can mark my words: once those provinces are in our hands, we will will have a railroad through to the Pacific inside of five years. We aren"t like Maximilian"s pack of do-nothings down in Mexico City. When the Anglo-Saxon race sets its mind to do something, that thing gets done." have a railroad through to the Pacific inside of five years. We aren"t like Maximilian"s pack of do-nothings down in Mexico City. When the Anglo-Saxon race sets its mind to do something, that thing gets done."
"Of course, sir." Major Sellers was as smugly confident of the superiority of his own people as was Stuart. After a moment, he added, "We"ll need a railroad more than the greasers would have, too. We"ll use it for trade, the same as they would have done, but we"ll use it against the United States, too, and they never would have bothered with that."
Stuart nodded. "Can"t say you"re wrong there. If Mexico ever got into a brawl with the USA, first thing she"d do would be to pull out of that part of the country and see whether a Yankee army was still worth anything once it got done slogging its way through the desert."
"No, sir." Sellers shook his head. "The first thing Maximilian would do would be to scream for us to help. The second thing he"d do would be to pull out of Sonora and Chihuahua."
"You"re likely to be right about that, too," Stewart said. The sound of boots clumping on the dirt made him turn his head. An orderly was coming up, a telegram clenched in his right fist. "Well, well." One of Stuart"s thick eyebrows rose. "What have we here?"
"Wire for you, sir," said the orderly, a youngster named Withers. "From Richmond."
"I hadn"t really expected them to wire me from Washington, D.C.," Stuart answered. Major Sellers snorted. Withers looked blank; he didn"t get the joke. With a small mental sigh, Stuart read the telegram. That eyebrow climbed higher and higher as he did. "Well, well," he said again.
"Sir?" Sellers said.
Stuart realized well, well well, well was something less than informative. "We are ordered by General Jackson to a.s.semble two regiments of cavalry and two batteries of artillery at Presidio, and also to a.s.semble five regiments of cavalry, half a dozen batteries, and three regiments of infantry here at El Paso, the said concentrations to be completed no later than May 16." The date amused him. Most officers would surely have chosen the fifteenth. But that was a Sunday, and Jackson had always been averse to doing anything not vitally necessary on the Sabbath. was something less than informative. "We are ordered by General Jackson to a.s.semble two regiments of cavalry and two batteries of artillery at Presidio, and also to a.s.semble five regiments of cavalry, half a dozen batteries, and three regiments of infantry here at El Paso, the said concentrations to be completed no later than May 16." The date amused him. Most officers would surely have chosen the fifteenth. But that was a Sunday, and Jackson had always been averse to doing anything not vitally necessary on the Sabbath.
Sellers whistled softly. "It"s going to happen, then."
"I would say that appears very likely, Major," Stuart agreed. "Presidio is on the road to the town of Chihuahua, the capital of Chihuahua province, which we would naturally have to occupy upon annexation. And of the larger force to be a.s.sembled here, I presume some will go to Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora province-which I suppose will become Sonora Territory-and some will defend El Paso against whatever moves the United States may make in response to our actions."
"We"ll have to post guards all along the railroad." Now Major Sellers looked north. The Texas-New Mexico frontier and the Rio Grande pinched El Paso off at the end of a long, narrow neck of Confederate territory, through which the Texas Western Railroad necessarily ran. Small parties of raiders could do a lot of damage along that line.
"Once the annexation goes through, we won"t have any trouble moving south of the Rio Grande. We"ll have more depth in which to operate," Stuart said. That was true, but it wasn"t so useful as it might have been, and he knew as much. No railroad to El Paso ran through Chihuahua province; movement would have to be by horseback and wagon. He sighed, folded the telegram, and put it in the breast pocket of his b.u.t.ternut tunic: he was not a man to wear an old-style uniform once the new one had been authorized. "Have to go back to my office and see what I can move, and from which places."
The longer he studied the map, the less happy he got. To carry out General Jackson"s orders, he would have to pull troops from as far away as Arkansas, and that would result in weakening a different frontier with the USA. He would also have to call down the Fifth Cavalry and to denude the rest of the garrisons protecting west Texas from the Comanche raiders who took refuge in New Mexico Territory. If the Yankees turned the Comanches loose, there was liable to be h.e.l.l to pay among the ranchers and farmers in that part of the country.
But there would certainly be h.e.l.l to pay if he did not obey Jackson"s order in every particular. Old Stonewall had sacked one of his officers during the war for failing to deliver an ordered attack even though the fellow had learned he was outnumbered much worse than Jackson thought he was. Jackson did not, would not, take no for an answer.
By the time Stuart was done drafting telegrams, he had shifted troops all over the landscape. He took the text of the wires over to the telegraph office, listened to the first couple of them clicking their way east, and then went off to watch the cavalry regiment regularly stationed at El Paso go through its morning exercises.
Troops began arriving a couple of days later. So did cars filled with hardtack, cornmeal, beans, and salt pork for the men, and with oats and hay for the horses and other animals. Every time he looked across the river into Chihuahua province, he wondered how he could keep his soldiers supplied there. He also sent out orders acc.u.mulating wagons at El Paso. If he didn"t bring food and munitions with him, he suspected he"d have none.
No troop movements on this scale had been seen in the Trans-Mississippi since the end of the war, not even during the great Comanche outbreak of 1874. Some officers had been rusticating in their fortresses since Lincoln abandoned the struggle to keep the Confederacy from gaining its independence. All things considered, they did a good job of shaking off the cobwebs and going from garrison soldiering to something approaching field service.
By the tenth of May, Stuart was convinced he would have all his troops in place before the deadline General Jackson had sent him. On that day, a messenger came galloping into El Paso. "Sir," he said when he came before Stuart, "Sir, Lieutenant Colonel Foulke has crossed the border from Las Cruces under flag of truce and wants to speak with you."
"Has he?" Stuart thought fast. There were any number of places where the Yankees could have sneaked an observer over the border to keep an eye on the one railroad into El Paso; spotting troop trains would have given them a good notion of the force he had at his disposal. But what the United States knew and what they officially knew were different things. "I want his party stopped four or five miles outside of town. I"ll ride out and confer with him there. Hop to it, Sergeant. I don"t want him in El Paso."
"Yes, sir." The noncommissioned officer who"d brought him the news hurried away to head off the U.S. officer.
Stuart followed at a pace only a little more leisurely. Accompanied by Major Sellers and enough troopers to give the idea that he was someone of consequence, he rode up the dirt track that led northwest toward New Mexico.
He met Lieutenant Colonel Foulke"s party nearer three miles outside El Paso than five. One of Foulke"s aides was peering toward the Confederate garrison town with a telescope he folded up and put away when Stuart and his retinue came into sight. He could have done it sooner without Stuart"s seeing it. That he"d waited meant he wanted Stuart to know the Yankees had him under observation.
"Wait here," Stuart told the troopers when they drew close to the U.S. soldiers. "They didn"t come here to start a fight, not under flag of truce." He and his aide-de-camp rode on toward the men in blue.
Lieutenant Colonel Foulke and the officer who"d been using the telescope imitated his practice, so that the four leaders met between their small commands. "A very good morning to you, General," Foulke said politely; seeing his baby-smooth skin and coal-black mustache reminded Stuart he himself would be fifty soon.
He didn"t let himself dwell on that. "The same to you, Lieutenant Colonel," he answered. "I hope you will not mind my asking the purpose of your visit to the Confederacy here."
"By no means, sir." Hearing the polite phrase in Foulke"s Yankee accent-New York, Stuart thought-was strange. The U.S. officer went on, "I have been instructed by the secretary of war, Mr. Harrison, and by the general-in-chief of the United States Army to inform you personally that the United States will view with great concern any movement of Confederate forces into the territory of the Empire of Mexico."
"I would point out to you, sir, that, when and if the purchase arrangements between Mexico and the Confederacy are completed, the provinces of Chihuahua and Sonora shall no longer be the territory of the Empire of Mexico, but rather that of the Confederate States of America." Stuart"s smile looked ingratiating, but was anything but. "Surely, Bill-"
"William," Foulke said. "I prefer William. William Dudley Foulke, sir, at your service."
"Beg your pardon, William," Stuart said easily, wondering what such a pompous little fellow was doing so far out West. "As I was saying, surely the United States cannot be thinking of forbidding the Confederate States from moving their forces from one part of their own territory to another."
William Dudley Foulke took a deep breath. "I am requested and required to inform you, General, as the government of the United States has informed President Longstreet in Richmond, that the United States consider the sale of Sonora and Chihuahua to be made under duress, and therefore to be invalid and of no consequence."
"Oh, they do, do they?" Stuart had understood that to be the position of the United States, but had never heard it explicitly till now. The way it was stated ... "William, I a.s.sure you I mean no offense by this, but you talk more like a lawyer than a soldier."
Foulke smiled: he was amused, not angry. "I considered a career in the law in my early days, General Stuart. In the aftermath of the War of Secession, I determined that I could better use my talents in the service of my country as a soldier than as a jurist. As I am of Quaker stock, my family was distressed at my choice, but here I am today."
"Here you are," Stuart agreed. "And since you are here, Lieutenant Colonel Foulke, I have to tell you that the view of the Confederate States is that, if the sale of Sonora and Chihuahua be completed, those two provinces become territory belonging to the Confederate States of America, to be administered and garrisoned at the sole discretion of the government of the CSA. In plain English, sir, once they"re ours, we"ll do with them as we please."
"In plain English, sir, the United States do not aim to let themselves be outflanked on the south," Foulke said. "The United States do not aim to let the Confederacy take advantage of a weak neighbor, as you did when you bullied Cuba out of Spain a few years ago. I expect you will wire a report of this meeting back to Richmond. Rest a.s.sured that I am telling you nothing different from what Minister Hay is telling President Longstreet there, or for that matter what President Blaine is telling Minister Benjamin in Washington."
Major Horatio Sellers spoke up: "You Yankees keep barking that way, Lieutenant Colonel, you"re going to have to show whether you"ve got any bite to go with it."
Foulke flushed: with his fine, fair skin, the darkening was quite noticeable. But his voice was cool as he replied, "Major, if your nation persists in its unwise course, you will feel our teeth, I a.s.sure you."
"The United States have already felt our teeth, sir," Jeb Stuart said. "It has been a while, I admit; perhaps you"ve forgotten. If you have, we are prepared to remind you. And, I will point out, we have good friends, which is more than the United States can say."
Lieutenant Colonel Foulke shrugged. "Sir, I have delivered to you the message with which I was charged. I personally have no great use for war, nor does any man, nor any nation, of sense. But you are to know that the United States are firmly resolved in this matter. Good day." Without waiting for a reply, he and the captain with him rode back toward their men.
Stuart watched until all the Yankees started riding off in the direction of New Mexico. When he"d been Foulke"s age-Lord, when he"d been even younger-he"d loved nothing better than riding to war. Now that he had sons of his own growing to manhood, he was no longer so sure.
He turned to Major Sellers. "The next time we see that Yankee, it will be on the battlefield."
His aide-de-camp gave a sharp, short nod. "Good," he said.