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twenty times.”
    “ Twenty? I heard it was ten .”
    “What difference does it make? They have the right to hang you if it’s only once! ”
    “Well, they may have the right, but that doesn’t make it right.”
    “Tell that to the hangman.”
    “But still, to see him hanging like that, twitching like he did, like some kind of spastic cripple… the way his legs jerked. And then, did you see it? The stains in his breeches?”
    “Hmm…”
    “He peed and shit himself!”
    “That’s what they say happens, when…”
    “But still, the lack of dignity. It was… disgraceful.”
    “That it was…”
    “I tell ya, if they ever hang me I’m not gonna eat or drink a thing the day before!”
    “ That’ll show ‘em!”
    “But still, I mean… I heard he had a wife and seven children.”
    “We’re not here for fun ,” said Solomon Bundy. “We’re here to win a war .”
    “By hanging our own soldiers…”
    “Well… I see you got new boots.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Lucky dog.”
    Mal Turner offered a half-hearted smile.
    “Speaking of, there was this dog the other day, did you see it?”
    “No.”
    “It was black with these white spots…”
    “No I said.”
    “Well, we ate it.”
    “You ate it?”
    “Yeah, we shot it in the head and had it for supper. It wasn’t bad. Better than fire cake. Did you hear about Burr?”
    “Burr?”
    “You know Captain Dickenson?”
    “Dickenson? I haven’t seen him in a while.”
    “That’s because Burr chopped his arm off!”
    “ What? ”
    “He disobeyed a direct order, Dickenson that is, and Burr took out his sword and sliced it right off! His arm, I mean. And the poor bastard looked down at his own arm lying there in the snow!”
    “Jesus!”
    “Yeah.”
    “Were you there?”
    “No, but Smythe was. You know Ben Smythe? He’s from Maine. Isn’t that near Boston?”
    “Ha!”
    “But can you picture that?” Bundy went on. “This chopped off arm lying in the bloody snow! That kills me! And it’s even better since Dickenson was such an ass! ”
    “So where’s he now?”
    “Some hospital I guess.”
    “So what happened to Burr?”
    “Ha! I guess he’ll get another promotion!”
    “Hmm.”
    “So I haven’t seen Dil around lately…”
    “Dil?”
    “Your friend, Dilburton…”
    “Hmm…” Mal let out a sigh. “He died of pneumonia last week.”
    “Sorry.”
    “These are his boots…”
    “Well, that’s a good inheritance,” Solomon Bundy said. And after a pause, “So if you die can I have ‘em? The boots I mean…
    And they both looked at Bundy’s feet, at his worn-out shoes like strips of rotten leather held together with pieces of twine.
    Mal nodded his head.
    “Thanks Mal... So what do you think o’ this big wig that’s coming to camp?”
    “You mean ‘The Baron’ …”
    “Yes, ‘The Baron’ …” Bundy smiled.
    “I heard he’s from Poland or Prussia or somewhere, and that he can’t speak a word of English.”
    “I heard he can’t speak at all because he had his tongue cut out when he was captured by Cossacks, and that they fried his tongue in animal fat and fed it to their wolfhounds.”
    Mal smiled. “ I heard that he travels with his half-brother who’s a midget.”
    “And speaking of…”
    “Well I’ll be damned!”
    And the two soldiers watched as a well-dressed dwarf led a detachment of troops carrying all sorts of baggage and supplies.
    “What the Hell is that ?” Bundy asked.
    “It looks like… the bars of a cage ?”
    “What, did he bring a pet lion? ”
    “I guess…”
    “That’s a lot of stuff! ”
    “Generals…”
    “Well, you keep at it Mal… maybe by the time this war is over you’ll be a Corporal.”
    “Thanks!”
    “And speak of the Devil… There’s Burr trying to look all imposing and self-important!”
    And they watched as Colonel Aaron Burr observed the processional, a look of barely disguised envy on his face.
    “Look! I guess that’s him…” said Bundy. “The Baron