Through Rushing Water (32 page)

Henry bustled in and embraced his mother. “Happy Easter. Are you feeling better?”

She nodded. “Thanks to a restorative night's sleep and drier weather. And you?”

“I have a sermon.” He patted his pocket, grabbed a slice of toast, and dashed out as Will returned from lighting the church's stove.

“Coldest Easter I've ever seen. Doubt we'll get above freezing today.” He loaded the wood box, then took his place at the table.

Sophia gazed at him, flushed with the cold, and felt an almost overwhelming desire to warm him, to press her cheek against his, to hold his hardworking hands. A flush of shame washed over her at these uncontrolled thoughts.

“Point Village and Hubdon will probably stay home.” Nettie set out sausage and scrambled eggs, sending James running for the latrine. “There will be plenty of decorated eggs for everyone.”

As the congregation hurried into the sanctuary, Sophia and Nettie handed out the Easter eggs. “Christ is risen,” Sophia said, with a smile and a prayer.

“He is risen indeed,” her friends dutifully replied. Only little Rosalie returned her smile.

As rapidly as the eggs disappeared, Sophia suspected it was a first breakfast for many.

Sophia went up the aisle with her basket. “Christ is risen,” she said to White Swan's wife, Mary. The woman stared at the floor as she took an egg, removed the shell, and handed it to her youngest. Therese squeezed it and babbled when the yolk popped out.

Sophia knelt beside the pew and helped the little one find her mouth. Prayers without ceasing had gone up for the chiefs' safe return. Where were they?

“Miss Makinoff,” Henry whispered loudly enough to be heard at Fort Randall. “We're ready to get started.”

She slipped three extras into Mary's pocket and hurried to her spot between Nettie and Will.

Henry made a valiant effort on the melodeon with “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” and a sermon pieced together from Will's thoughts. The sun shone through the windows Eloise had washed yesterday. Candlelight glowed on the white altar cloth.

But still the morning's service felt less like a celebration than a funeral.

C
HAPTER
T
HIRTY

I
gnore the rushing water
.

Easter Monday Sophia tried to focus on her students as wind whistled through cracks in the walls and pushed clouds across the sun, changing the light in the classroom every few minutes.

“Correct, Rosalie. Sentences begin with capital letters and end with—”

Slates clattered to the floor. Benches scraped. The students rushed to the windows. “Horses! Someone is coming!”

Had their prayers been answered? Sophia glanced at her watch. No holding them back. “Class dismissed!”

The students grabbed their coats and burst out. Sophia followed but did not see anyone on the path.

“Is this an April fool's joke?” Sophia asked, then wondered if the Poncas even knew about that European custom.

“They are coming!” Frank grabbed her hand. “Can I ring the bell?”

The rumble of hooves accompanied by the ululation of many voices finally reached Sophia's ears. “Yes, you may ring the bell.”

A group of horsemen followed by what seemed to be most of the residents of Hubdon and Point Village rounded the corner. Deep lines of travel-weariness changed into smiles as the children cheered. But wait . . . five, six, seven. “Someone's missing.”

Joseph jogged a few paces with White Eagle, then returned. “Standing Bear stayed at Joe's Village, with the Omaha people, to visit his brother. Where they got horses.”

Sophia locked the school and joined the parade into the village. “Thank the Lord. They all survived the ordeal.”

And ordeal it had been, Will told them at supper. The chiefs had walked home six hundred miles in winter without food, clothing, or money. When their moccasins had disintegrated, they had left a trail of blood in the snow.

“Kemble said they didn't have to move to Indian Territory if they didn't like it.” His expression grim, Will leaned forward, making sure he had the attention of everyone at the table. “He . . .
promised
.”

Sophia's heart sank. Promises were never kept.

“The inspector's back,” Will told the staff at breakfast.

“Why'd you tell her?” James asked. “Now she'll be pointing her pistol everywhere.”

“Perhaps I will load it this week.” Sophia's smile held a world of secrets.

Henry choked on his coffee. “You scared Kemble off with an unloaded pistol?”

Sophia peeled a hard-boiled egg. “So why is our precious inspector here?”

Which was exactly the question Standing Bear asked later at the council. “Why are you here? We did not invite you. Go away. Do not return unless you have cash. A lot of cash.”

His brother Big Snake towered head and shoulders above everyone. “This is our land,” he said. “Here we will stay.”

“You chiefs have proved yourselves incapable of acting for the people,” Kemble said. “So military force is necessary.”

White Eagle stood. “You say you are Christian. You say you love God. Yet you will shoot us, shoot our women and children. The Warm Country is full of sickness. It is better to die here, from soldier's bullets, than to die in the Warm Country. Kill us all. We will die for what is right.” He headed to the door. The rest of the tribe followed.

“You
agreed
to relinquish this reservation and take homes in Indian Territory, to let the Great Father make provision for you,” Kemble shouted. “No food. No more food allotments until you Indians learn to behave! To respect the agent of the US government!” Kemble stormed out, managed to climb on his horse on the third try, and galloped west.

“Hmm. Does he know the town of Niobrara is the other way?” Brown Eagle asked.

Icy fear sawed through Will's gut. “He's heading to Fort Randall.”

All night the mourning song echoed through the village. Sophia tossed and turned . . . and prayed. If the Poncas resisted, would the soldiers shoot unarmed civilians? Gentle elders, women carrying babies, her students? Will had told her of other instances where the army had.

In the misty dawn from her bed, she watched Lone Chief reach the top of the bluff. But before he started his prayer, he turned and ran down the hill, moving faster than a white-haired great-grandfather should have to.

Sophia climbed out of bed and lifted the window, leaning out to see what had caused him to cut short his matins. Whatever it was could not be seen from here. She threw on her clothes—ridiculous fashions, requiring all these foolish layers. Men had it so much easier. Finally dressed, she shoved her feet into boots and raced downstairs.

The view from the front window showed a troop riding into the village, led by Edward Kemble. The inspector pointed to Big Snake's house.

“Wake up!” Sophia raced through the house, pounding on doors. “Soldiers!”

“On a Sunday morning? A sacrilege.” Henry tied a robe over his nightshirt and went to the window to scowl. “See if they brought food.” The agency pantry was nearly empty.

“Put on your collar! We must stop them from shooting the children!”

Where was Will? He would know—

Will dashed into the kitchen from outside and set an empty stew pot on the stove. He still wore his green shirt from yesterday. Where had he been? Had he not slept? “Stay here. I don't want them arresting you too.”

Sophia raced past him. “They cannot arrest me. I have done nothing wrong.”

“Neither has Big Snake.” Will caught up to her. “And don't show your pistol. You're outgunned.”

“Why Big Snake?”

“He's Standing Bear's brother. On his way back from the Omaha Agency, Standing Bear telegraphed President Hayes and told his story to the Sioux City
Journal
. I'm guessing Washington is making noise about whether Kemble can get the job done.”

“I will not let them shoot my students. Or their families.”

Sophia scanned the troop. The highest-ranking officer was Lt. Higgins. Perhaps she might have some influence. She paused to get her hair in order; then, with a deep breath, she marched up to him. “Good morning, Lieutenant. What brings you here so early?”

“Miss Makinoff.” His eyes brightened. “Well, if you aren't a pretty sight this morning.”

A pretty sight? Perhaps he did not see well enough to aim. “Would you like to come over to the house for breakfast? Miss Nettie is an excellent cook.” Now that she had stopped running, the chill of the damp April morning cut through her.

The lieutenant held his rifle at ready. “I'd surely love to, ma'am, but we're a mite busy this morning. In fact, you'd be safer back at the agency house. I'll visit another day.”

Four soldiers emerged, dragging Big Snake in chains. His wife and children followed, crying.

“Please, Lieutenant.” Sophia stepped in front of him and grabbed his arm. If she could not stop him from firing, perhaps she could keep him from hitting anyone. “There must be a mistake. Big Snake is a kind man with a placid temperament.”

“I'm sorrier than I can say. The Poncas never gave us a bit of trouble.” The lieutenant lowered his voice. “I'm supposed to leave a few men here to make sure none of 'em starts plowing and planting. Uh-oh. Here comes the skunk.”

Kemble emerged from the house and glared at Sophia. “I arrested Big Snake for defying orders, inciting disturbance, and imperiling the peace of the Agency. The US government cannot allow such insubordination. In fact”—he turned to the officer—“this woman threatened me too. With a gun. Arrest her.”

“Miss Makinoff threatened you with a gun? Tell me another whopper.” The lieutenant started to laugh, but Kemble's red-faced scowl stopped him. “Inspector, my orders didn't say anything about arresting any women.”

Will went to talk to the soldiers. Sophia could count on him to fight with her against this injustice . . . as she had never relied on anyone before.

“Arrest him too!” Kemble screamed. “He threw me into the snow.”