Christine Blashford
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Christine Blashford’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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But what became of him?
What did they do with him?
interrupted the girl, her lips quivering in spite of herself.
Oh, left him, I suppose, answered the veteran, with deliberate design.
What else could they do?
There was no time for ceremony.
His fellow savages, you know, can attend to that.
For a moment she sat there rigid, her black eyes staring straight into the imperturbable face of the old soldier.
No one had ever accused Dade of cruelty or unkindness to man or woman, especially to woman.
Yet here he stood before this suffering girl, and with obvious intent, pictured to her mind's eye a warrior stricken, and left unburied or uncared for on the field.
Whatever his reasons he stabbed and meant to stab, and for just one moment she seemed almost to droop and reel in saddle.
Then with splendid rally straightened up again, her eyes flashing, her lip curling in scorn, and with one brief, emphatic phrase ended the interview, and whirling Harney about, smote him sharply with her whip and darted away.
True, said she, civilized warfare.
If that girl isn't more than half savage, said Dade to himself, as Harney tore away out of the garrison on the road to the ford, I am more than half Sue.
Oh, for news of Ray
Ray, indeed, it was now nearly four o'clock.
Telegrams had been coming and going over the Laramie wire.
The chief, as they called their general, with only one of his staff in attendance, had reached Cheyenne on time, and quitting the train, declining dinner at the hotel, and having but a word or two with the platform club, the little bevy of officers from Fort Russell, whose custom it was to see the westbound train through almost every day,
had started straight away for Laramie behind the swiftest team owned by the quartermaster's department, while another, in relay, awaited him at the Chugwater nearly fifty miles out.
Driving steadily through the starlit night he should reach the old frontier fort by dawn at the latest, and what news would Dade have to send him there?
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