Than Elderberry Wine
Behold I Send You As Sheep in the Midst of
This morning early rising
Wiley opened the cabin door to a blanket of fog over the low-lying, wooded
area. The warm days of spring were going to give them relief from what had
been a cold winter and he was thankful. The landscape and wooded place
around his home and the beauty of it to greet him every day made up for
anything else he had to manage.
Mary, Ive got to make a
trip over to the Little Osages (Kaws) encampment. There are complaints to
the agency that I havent delivered food to them which are, partially
true. Our sons and I have been so busy fighting for the Osage here I
havent been out that far on the prairie to get over to them. The other
day it was touch and go. While we were in their camp a wild and unruly
bunch came in with no-good intentions. I had the means to protect the
Osages or Im afraid of what would have happened. The tribe isnt allowed
arms so it puts them at a great disadvantage. We have no laws as a state
here and the federal government has ordered food delivered according to
treaties made with them. Its a rough job but it keeps an income for us.
We were fighting through the Civil War. Seems like its been a hell of a
fight for our whole life. After the war I thought we could come to
Oklahoma and settle down with a new start, but, so far, it hasnt
How long will you be
gone? Mary asked.
It will be a few days.
Well have to go to Pawhuska first to pick up supplies, and then, on out
to the Little Osages camp.
Take care! I worry about
you. Mary cautioned her husband.
Behold I send you as sheep
in the midst of wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and simple as
doves. Wily quoted the scriptures and grinned. Dont worry about me.
Ive got the federal government behind us and thats good enough. These
rats running loose with greedy appetites are going to raise old Ned
because they have their eyes on this rich land. Wiley had taken a brother
to the family cemetery in Valley View, Arkansas not that long ago. He lost
the battle, too and Wileys anger was sealed deep within himself. These
numbers of Jones men, brothers, nephews and cousins were the standards for
building this new state. Their duties as lawmen and Indian agents put
their whole families as well as their own lives at risk. There were
numbers of them who gave up their life and then were returned to Arkansas
or Alabama to be buried, that is if it was in the winter time. Wiley
couldnt get any farther than Arkansas with his brother, Seaborn Jack
Jones, where he had to bury him in the family cemetery at Valley View out
Ill speak with Zona,
after youre gone. Mary was thoughtful.
She knew civilization was
being brought to Bartlesville, but under the apparently smooth surface was
a turmoil of potentially explosive emotions within the populace. Wiley and
his sons were working with the federal government to try to keep the peace
between the Osage, ranchers, towns people and whoever might be just
passing through. Their family was not in a safe place, not yet, and Zona
had to know.
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