Seize the Sky: Son of the Plains-Volume 2 Read Online Free

Some of that bright smile had drained from a face beginning to show the signs of age and the toll exacted by years lived at the mercy of wind and rain, sun and cold. The march of time was marked like a war map on that face. “Power to accomplish much of what needs to be done rests in the hands of a few power brokers … and they can select men who will grab the reins of our nation and lead it into our second century.”
    “Yes! Our centennial, sir. What an opportunity—”
    “Let us take that opportunity in hand—a destiny thrust on few men, Mr. Burkman, a destiny most men would shrink from. Stay at my side, young man, and I’ll take you into this great republic’s second century.”
    “I’d be privileged to stand beside you under any circumstances, sir.”
    “For the time being, Private Burkman, what say we just head for the Yellowstone?” Custer tugged the cream-colored, wide-brimmed slouch hat over the short, uncharacteristic stubble that covered his head. He worried thenew hat’s sweatband into place. “It’ll take some time getting used to this damned haircut Libbie gave me yesterday.”
    “Why so short, sir?”
    “I wasn’t the only one. Lieutenant Varnum, who heads up our detail of scouts talked me into it, really. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Easier to care for and a hell of a lot cooler. So I got a pair of horse clippers from the livery sergeant and set Libbie to work in the parlor.” He yanked the hat off again and ran a callused, freckled hand over the reddish, thinning stubble. “Not a bad job of it either.”
    Custer quickly added, “Not a bad job for a green recruit going west on his first campaign to fight hostiles along the Yellowstone! A dad-blamed shavetail! That’s just the way I feel with this jack-gagger haircut.”
    He skipped on down the rest of the wide steps that spilled onto the parade ground from the front veranda of the second home he had built for Libbie at this northern post. Standing across the river from the frontier town of Bismarck, Dakota Territory, the first army outpost built nearby in 1872 had been christened Fort McKeen, home then for the Sixth U.S. Infantry. Not far from it the new buildings of Fort Abraham Lincoln had sprung up on the northern prairie to house some nine companies so that when Custer’s regiment arrived late in the summer of 1873 after a futile pursuit of the Sioux along the Yellowstone, this new home of the Seventh Cavalry sat ready in its fresh coat of paint. Army gray, a color known only for its distinction of losing itself against the prairie background. For some time, quarters were cramped, as the post had room enough for only half the regiment.
    Winters could be murderous, with subzero temperatures for weeks at a time, brutal temperatures requiring one soldier’s full-time efforts to keep the numerous fireplaces stoked in the Custer household: six fireplaces on the ground floor and four on the second story. It had been one of those second-floor fireplaces that caused the house to burn to its foundation in the frigid month of February 1874. Just about everything the Custers owned had been destroyed in that disaster, but Libbie mourned most the lossof but one cherished item: a wig she had woven from trimmings of her beloved husband Autie’s long, curly, red blond hair.
    As soon as the ground thawed that spring, a second luxurious home had risen on the same foundation. The pride not only of the Custers, but of the entire Seventh as well, it boasted a thirty-two-foot living room with a wide bay window, and a billiard room on the second floor.
    No home with so much style would be complete without a library adorned with Custer’s favorite classics, along with biographies of famous generals, history texts, and a smattering of fiction. In addition, there were several rooms where he exhibited his collection of guns, Indian artifacts, and stuffed animal trophies collected over his years in the west. In that decade Custer had harvested quite a