Thursday, April 21, 2011

Night at San Jacinto.

Fires are burning. Houston is laid out under his oak. Couriers and messengers coming and going. Almonte is helping translate and sort out the prisoners. Texans still combing the cattails. Cos is in hand, Castrillion dead by the Golden Standard. No Santa Anna alive or dead. There are two capable Mexican armies in the field, Gaona and Urrea. If he makes it to one of them today will only be a footnote. Deaf Smith and the scouts are searching the roads and pushing people into the brush.

It's been an afternoon and evening of slaughter. Bodies everywhere. Peggy Lake is red with blood.

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