Christine Blashford
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728 appearances
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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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Two couriers had galloped back from Moccasin Ridge to say that Major Webb's scouts could faintly hear the sound of rapid firing far ahead, and that through the glass at least a dozen dead horses or ponies could be seen, scattered over the long slope to the Elk Tooth Range miles further on.
Webb had pushed forward to raise support, and Blake, calling for fresh horses for himself and two of his men, bade the latter get food and field kits and be ready to follow him.
Then he hastened to join his devoted young wife, waiting with Mrs.
Ray upon the piazza.
Dade, who had met him at the Ford, had still much to tell and even more to hear, but at sight of those two pale, anxious faces, lifted his cap and called out cheerily, I hand him over to you, Mrs.
Blake, and we'll see him later.
Then turned and went to his own doorway, and took Esther's slender form in his strong arms, and kissed the white brow and strove to think of something reassuring to say, and never thought to ask Blake what he had in that fine Indian tobacco pouch swinging there at his belt, for which neglect the tall captain was more than grateful.
It was a woman's letter, as we know, and that, he argued, should be dealt with only in a woman's way.
Sorely puzzled as Blake had been by the discovery, he had been able, on the long homeward march, walking until in sight of Frayne and safety, then galloping ahead on the corporal's horse, to think it out, as he said, in several ways.
Miss Flower had frequently ridden up the valley and visited the Indian village across the Platte.
Miss Flower might easily have dropped that note, and some squaw picking it up had surrendered it to the first red man who demanded it, such being the domestic discipline of the savage.
The Indian kept it, as he would any other treasure trove for which he had no use, in hopes of reward for its return, said Blake.
It was queer, of course, that the Indian in whose pouch it was found should have been so fluent a speaker of English, yet many a Sioux knew enough of our tongue to swear voluably and talk ten words of vengeance to come.
There were several ways, as Blake reasoned, by which that letter might have got into the hands of the enemy.
But at any rate, with everything said, it was a woman's letter.
He had no right to read it.
He would first confide in his wife, and if she said so, in Mrs.
Ray.
Then what they decided should decide him.
But now came a new problem.
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