Even Papa had to fight.
Raoul's heart felt bruised, as if beaten with a hammer.
I do not reproach you. That was reproach enough. He had taken every man who would sign up for the militia. He had promised them their wives and children would be safe. He'd led them away in pursuit of Black Hawk, vengeance and glory.
Eli looked up. "What does it say in the newspaper?"
Raoul started to hand it to him.
"You read it to me."
Raoul had forgotten that Eli couldn't read. Clarissa couldn't either. Now she'd never learn. Nor would the boys.
He shook his head and brushed his hand across his forehead. "I can't read this out loud."
Greenglove's eyes were hard as bullets. "You wipe your damned eyes and read that damned newspaper."
Raoul rubbed his eyes and took another pull from the jug. Greenglove held out his hand and Raoul passed him the jug.