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e people。 （Or most Reds anyway there were stories about the Irrakwa before they got civilized。） So whoever did this wasn't acting like a natural Red。 Armor was near convinced it was a hired…out job。 The French in Detroit had been trying to cause war between Reds and American settlers for years it might've been them。 And it might have been Bill Harrison。 Oh yes； it might well have been that man； down there like a spider in his fort on the Hio。 Armor thought that was the most likely thing。 Course he wouldn't dare to say it out loud； cause folks would think he was just jealous of Bill Harrison； which was true he was jealous。 But he also knew that Harrison was a wicked man； who'd do anything to make things go his way。 Maybe even get some wild Reds to e up and kill a few White boys near Prophetstown。 After all； it was Tenskwa…Tawa who got most of the Reds from Harrison's part of the country to lay off whisky and e to Prophetstown。 And it was Ta…Kumsaw who ran off half the White settlers down there。 It looked to Armor like Harrison was behind this； a lot more likely than the French。
But he couldn't say none of this； cause there was no proof。 He just had to try to keep things calm； till some real evidence showed up。
Which might be right now。 They'd brought along old Tack Sweeper； wheezing his way with the best of them it was remarkable how vigorous he was； for a man whose lungs sounded like a baby's rattle when he breathed。 Tack Sweeper had him a knack； which wasn't all that reliable； he was the first to say。 But sometimes it worked remarkable well。 What he did was stand around in a place for a while with his eyes closed and sort of see the things that happened there in the past。 Just quick little visions； a few faces。 Like that time they was afraid maybe Jan de Vries killed hisself on purpose； or maybe was murdered； Tack was able to see how it was an accident when his gun went off in his own face； so they could bury him in the churchyard and not have to worry about hunting for no killer。
So the hope was Tack could tell them something about what happened in this clearing。 He shooed them all back to the edges of the wood； so they'd be out of the way。 Then he walked around in the middle； his eyes closed； moving slow。 〃You boys shouldn't have got so mad here；〃 he said after a while。 〃All I can see is you all jawing。〃 They laughed； kind of embarrassed。 They should've knowed better than to mess up the memories of a place before Tack got there。
〃It don't look good。 I keep seeing them Red faces。 Knife； all kind of knives getting slashed on folks' skin。 A hatchet falling。〃
Al Miller moaned。
〃It's all just a mess here； so much happened；〃 said Tack。 〃I can't see right。 No。 No； I can one man。 A Red man； I know his face； I seen him he's just standing there； just still as you please； I know that face。〃
〃Who is it？〃 said Armor…of…God。 But he knew； he had that sickening feeling of dread； oh he knew。
〃Ta…Kumsaw；〃 said Tack。 He opened his eyes wide and looked at Armor； almost apologetic。 〃I wouldn't've believed it either； Armor；〃 he said。 〃I always kind of thought Ta…Kumsaw was the bravest man I ever knew。 But he was here； and he was in charge。 I see him standing there and telling people what to do。 He stood right here。 I can see him so clear cause there wasn't nobody else stood exactly in that place for so long。 And he was mad。 Ain't no mistake about it。〃
Armor believed it。 They all did they all knew Tack was a truthful man； and if he said he was sure； then he was sure。 But there had to be some reason。 〃Maybe he e and saved the boys； did you think of that？ Maybe he e and stopped some band of wild Reds from〃
〃Red…lover！〃 somebody shouted。
〃You know Ta…Kumsaw！ He's no coward； and stealing them boys was a cowardly thing to do； you know that man！〃
〃Nobody ever knows a Red man。〃
〃Ta…Kumsaw didn't take those boys！〃 insisted Armor…of…God。 〃I know it！〃
Then everybody fell silent； cause old Al Miller was pushing his way forward； out to where Armor…of…God was standing。 Faced down his son…in…law； he did； with a face like living hell he was so mad。 〃You don't know nothing； Armor…of…God Weaver。 You are the most worthless scum ever formed on the top of a chamber pot。 First you married my daughter and wouldn't let her work no hexes cause you were so cock…eyed sure it was the devil's work。 Then you let all these Reds stay around here all the time。 And when we thought of building a stockade you said； No； if we build a stockade that just gives them French something to attack and burn down； we'll be friends with the Reds and then they'll leave us alone； we'll trade with the Reds。 Well look what it got us！ Look what you done for us！ Ain't we all glad we listened to you now！ I don't think you're no Red…lover； Armor…of…God； I just think you're the blamedest fool ever to cross the Hio and e out west； and the only folks dumber than you is us if we listen to you for another minute！〃
Then Al Miller turned to face the other men； who were looking at him with awe in their face like they just seen majesty for the first time in their lives。 〃We done it Armor's way for ten years here。 But I've done with that。 I lost one boy in the Hatrack River on my way here； and this town is named for him。 Now I lost two other boys。 I only got me five sons left； but I tell you I'll put guns in their hands myself； and lead them all into the middle of Prophetstown and blast them Reds into hell； even if it means we all die！ You hear me？〃
They heard him； ob yes they did。 They heard and shouted back。 This was the word they wanted right now； the word of hate and anger and revenge； and nobody better to give it to them than Al Miller； who was normally a peaceable man； never picked a quarrel with nobody。 Him being the father of the captured boys just made it all the stronger when he spoke。
〃The way I see it；〃 said Al Miller； 〃Bill Harrison was right all along。 Ain't no way the Red man and the White man can share this land。 And I tell you something else。 It ain't me that's leaving。 There's too much blood of mine been shed here now for me to pack up and go away。 I'm staying either on this land or in it。〃
Me too； said all them boys。 That's the truth； Al Miller。 We're staying。
〃Thanks to Armor here； we got no stockade and we got no U。S。 Army fort closer than Carthage City。 If we fight right now； we might lose everything and everybody。 So let's hold off the Reds as best we can and send for help。 A dozen men down to Carthage City and beg Bill Harrison to send us up an army； and maybe bring his cannon if he can。 My two boys are gone； and a thousand Reds for each of my sons won't be enough getting even for me！〃
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The dozen riders set on their way south first thing the next morning。 They left from the mons； which was crowded with wagons as more and more families from outlying farms came in to town to put up with close…in friends and kinfolk。 But Al Miller wasn't there to see them off。 Yesterday his words set them all in motion； but that was all the leadership they'd get from him。 He didn't want to be in charge。 He just wanted his boys back。
In the church； Armor…of…God sat on the front pew