Book Excerpt
Chapter 1
An Indian at Appomattox
Appomattox 1865
IT COMES BACK TO ME NOW WITH THE PONDEROUS clarity of a dream, the figures larger than life, big and grainy as they loom and fade, now close, now far, their actions determined and purposeful as gods, as if they had conned by rote the parts they would play in American history’s most perfect moment. They ride slowly out of the noontime haze of a Virginia Palm Sunday in solemn procession, five uniformed men, two blue, three gray.
