Love and War by Jakes John

Author:Jakes, John [Jakes, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 0006171583
Amazon: B008E6KUXE
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1984-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

74

THE WIND WARMED. THE earth softened. The season changed. At the brigade encampment in Sussex County, which they had been roaming in search of replacement mounts, Ab looked down. He and Charles were walking their horses across a muddy meadow to the traveling forge. The boots of both men were covered halfway to the tops; the stuff clung to their spurs like some evil yellow plaster.

Ab sighed. “Will you look at that?” He stamped one foot, then the other. None of the mud fell off. “If anybody asks me have I been through Virginia, I can sure to God tell them yes, sir, any number of places.”

Charles laughed and put a match to the cob pipe he had taken up now that cigars were scarce. He felt good this morning. Maybe it was the springtime or the fact that Sport had survived the ordeal of winter. He still gave the gray meticulous care, but there wasn’t much he could do about shortages of fodder, bad weather, or the filthy conditions of the cavalry camps. Sport had suffered with body lice, then had been struck with a siege of founder that tormented him with two weeks of fever and sweats and nearly caused the loss of his left forefoot. But Charles had rested him—nursed him through—and the gelding was in fine shape again.

Charles felt good for another reason. It was folded and tucked in the pocket of his butternut shirt.

While the farrier finished with some trooper’s nag, the two scouts cleaned the feet of their horses with picks and uprooted weeds. The farrier searched for more shoes and nails, then pumped up the firebox mounted on a platform between the limber’s two big wooden wheels.

Ab said, “Git your pass all right?” Charles patted his pocket. “You have a care, roamin’ up there in Spotsylvania County by your lonesome. You bump into any of that Union horse, go the other way. I have the same feelin’ you do about them damn ribbon clerks. They’re learnin’ to ride and shoot.”

The uneasy conviction had been spreading since Sharpsburg. In March, farther north, Fitz Lee had sent one taunting note too many to Brigadier Bill Averell, a New Yorker whom Charles remembered from the class of ’55. Fitz dared Averell to bring his boys down across the Rappahannock and fetch along some coffee to be captured. Averell’s division of horse struck south like a thrown spear. The raiders killed Stuart’s famed artillery officer, gallant John Pelham.

It appeared a small event, speaking relatively, but it wasn’t. The passing of any soldier with the legend of glory on him could scar a Southern mind as whole fields of the fallen could not. Pelham’s death and Averell’s lightning attack convinced Wade Hampton’s troopers of one thing: their Yankee counterparts no longer suffered from a fear of being outmatched.

“Let me see that shoe.” Charles snatched the tongs from the farrier. “Heat it and put it back in the vise. It isn’t wide enough at the heel. His hoof spreads when he puts weight on it.

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