The JW marriot, when she got there, was quite a classy hotel and she had no problem collecting the key card from reception. Getting into the elevator ...er legs were shaking and all the way up she thought of backing out, even at this late stage. Nevertheless, those legs took her along the lush carpeted corridor until she stood breathless outside a large, oak hotel room door, emblazoned with the numbers 315. She stood for the longest moment before plunging the card forward and swiping it in the. I knew the only talk at this point would be bloodshed. The only question was who would be the ones shedding the blood. Would it be the United States Cavalry or the American Indians with hope all but lost?The answer to that would be at the Little Big Horn and I knew when they started looking at the maps in the planning tent that the event was inevitable. I had no intent to reverse the course of history. It was a decision that I made years ago in the American Civil War. I knew enough of the. She dialed information.At the fraternity house Ivan was playing pool with Jerry. With raining so hard they decided to stay in for the night. The phone rang and Jerry answered it while Ivan went to the refrigerator in the basement for two more beers.Jerry called out to Ivan, who was returning two fresh bottles in hand."Ivan, there's a collect call for you—someone named Rebecca—you wanna take it?" What would she want?" Ivan wondered out loud. "Alright! I'll accept the charges."He handed Jerry his. Iden would be sleeping in a drafty tent in the woods, he’d be eating stale bread and rancid meat, he would almost certainly die with his guts spilled on a battlefield if he didn’t do this.Yet still, that pit remained in his stomach, an ache, as though someone had just punched him in the belly. Why was this making him feel so damned ... bad? He was a warrior by profession, he had killed scores of adversaries over the years, no doubt leaving grieving widows and orphaned children in his wake. So.