Miss Peckham’s mistake was sympathizing with a drunk.
“I cannot wait to be married and able to do what I want for once.”
I feel sorry that people like you exist
After getting nowhere with his prostitute friend, William agrees to escort Miss Peckham, the women’s rights crusader, to Fort Grant. Evening call rang out and the musicians at the bandstand halted their concert as they did each day with a melancholy little tune to send the children, their caretakers and the soldiers to their quarters….
the line that separates insecure ambition from likely success
William had three drawings published in an obscure magazine back east and even one sketch put into the Army Navy Journal. He sent that one to his father. As long as he avoided Thankful, Lieutenant Fahy and thoughts of home, his days were bearable. The Apaches rampaged as the garrison troops polished their guns, awaiting…
I suppose most Victorians had sex that we’d consider pretty normal. Some had affairs and others–a small minority–practiced continence.
I’d have expected a more dashing and distinguished look for an old lieutenant, but he’s nothing better than a down-and-out rail worker,” Haviland laughed.
An old soldier has dreams for his son.
What an addict says to his son.
I want a prologue and an epilogue. I want growth and maturity, death and rebirth. In writing a series, especially an epic family saga, I’ve lived so many lives in the last ten years. When the series is over (though ideas float around about a new direction in writing) I will be satisfied that I’ve lived life well. Before writing a series I couldn’t honestly say that.
“I want us to be together—tonight—really together. There’s a rumor I’ll be sent out soon.”