Wolf Mountain Moon: The Battle of the Butte, 1877

Foreword

While Seamus Donegan pushes north by west away from Crook and Mackenzie’s camp on the Belle Fourche River, you and I are going to have to step back in time a few weeks so that we can catch up with all that’s been happening in the Yellowstone country, where Miles’s Fifth Infantry are scrambling about trying to find out where Sitting Bull scampered off to after the fight at Cedar Creek.

To write with continuity the final half of A Cold Day in Hell our previous volume, I was faced with a dilemma. I could chop up the action in the Mackenzie / Fourth Cavalry / Morning Star story line by yanking the reader back and forth from the Bighorn country to the northern plains patrolled by the Fifth Infantry … or I could charge straight ahead with one story line instead of dealing with two simultaneously. I chose this second option.

Since this present novel deals with the tale of Nelson A. Miles’s efforts in the rugged country north of the Yellowstone, we are free now to drop back a few weeks in time before the conclusion of A Cold Day in Hell so that we might learn how the colonel’s men were faring in their hunt for Sitting Bull’s Hunkpapa at the same moment Crook and Mackenzie were crushing the last of Northern Cheyenne resistance.

This means that after we get Seamus riding off to the north into Crazy Horse country, we’re going to leave him for a few days as we leap on north to catch up with all the action we’ve missed while we’ve been busy with the Fourth Cavalry and their Battle of the Red Fork.

And because we are going back on the calendar, we won’t be starting out right away with the newspaper headlines as we normally do. Once we bring all our characters closer to mid-December, when the Irishman reaches the Tongue River Cantonment, those news reports will continue.

At the beginning of some chapters and some scenes you’re going to read the very same news stories devoured by the officers’ wives and those civilians employed at army posts or those living in adjacent frontier settlements, taken from the front page of the daily newspapers just as Samantha Donegan herself would read them—newspapers that arrived as much as a week or more late, due to the wilderness distances to be traveled by freight carriers.

Copied verbatim from the headlines and graphic accounts of the day, these reports and stories were the only news available for those people who had a most personal interest in the frontier army’s last great campaign—those families who had tearfully watched a loved one march off to war that winter of the Great Sioux War of 1876.

My hope is that you will be struck with the immediacy of each day’s front page as you finish reading that day’s news—just as Samantha Donegan would have read the sometimes reassuring, ofttimes terrifying, news from her relative safety at Fort Laramie. But unlike her and the rest of those left behind at the posts and frontier settlements, you will be thrust back into the footsteps of those cold, frightened infantrymen and the harried villages of hungry people the army is searching for here in the maw of that most terrible winter.

An army knowing it is now only a matter of time until they succeed in what was begun many months before in the trampled, bloody snow along the Powder River.

The Lakota and Cheyenne realizing at last that their culture, an ancient way of life, is taking its last breath.

To be no more.