The Rebels by John Jakes

Author:John Jakes [Jakes, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: United States - History - Revolution; 1775-1783, Kent family (Fictitious characters), Historical fiction, Kent; Philip (Fictitious character), Westerns, General, United States, Adventure fiction, Historical, War & Military, Men's Adventure, Fiction, Domestic fiction
ISBN: 9780451211729
Publisher: Penguin Group USA
Published: 2004-04-04T23:00:00+00:00

Even the sweep leaning on his broom was sensitive to something awkward in the confrontation between the fine-featured young gentleman who looked as if he'd just crawled out of some hole in the earth, and the younger but somehow more poised frontiersman wearing a thigh-length fringed hunting shirt and leggings of deerhide. Apparently both were at a loss for words. All at once Judson blurted, "Donald told me you were here. I rode most of the night-was "By God that's a mark of friendship! been sadly neglected, I'm afraid." "I know you have pressing responsibilities, George. No time-was "And too few men. And too little powder. And every tribe putting on the bloodroot-but come on, come to the table. Join me in something to eat-was A bit reassured when his friend laid his arm over his shoulder, Judson accompanied George into the public room. As they approached a table near the fireplace, Judson said: "I'm afraid you've lost me already. What was that word-his Bloodroot?" "The braves use it to paint their faces for battle." George pulled out a chair for Judson, signaled a yawning servant girl, slipped into his own chair in front of the immense breakfast he'd been eating. Half a loaf of cornbread and most of a crock of country butter had been put away, plus part of an eight-or nine-inch stack of griddlecakes dripping with clear colorless syrup. "All the tribes are going to war against Kentucky," George explained. "The Mingos, the Shawnee, the Piankashaws, Delaware, Wyandots-the year of the three sevens hasn't been good to my part of the country. The year of the bloody sevens, Kentuckians are calling it." The serving girl's shadow touched the table where George's browned hand closed around his coffe e mug. George glanced up. "My friend's hungry, my girl." Younger than I am, Judson thought with despair. Younger, and he acts twice my age. Twice as composed and sure of himself - "May I bring you something, sir?" the girl asked Judson. "Only something to drink-was he began. When George's eyes widened in surpris e, he added quickly, "What my frends having. Coffee. Put mil k in mine, please." The girl shuffled away, yawning again. "I was pleased to have the chance to talk with Donald when he was here," George said. "If he'd shed some of that weight, his gout might bother him less." "Well, there's precious little pleasure for him at Sermon Hill besides eating and drinking." "He's helping your father operate the plantation, then?" "When he's not meeting here with the Burgesses." George hesitated. "You're not at Sermon Hill-?" "No." Judson's mouth twisted. "Father and I had one of our famous disagreements-this one a little more permanent than the others." "How permanent?" "I don't intend to go back to the place, ever. Furthermore, I'm not allowed." "I'm sorry to hear that." Judson waved, as if it didn't matter. "I rode off to Philadelphia to replace Donald in the Congress for a time-was George nodded. "Tom Jefferson told me, during one of our meetings.

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