“You don’t have any problem with his ethnicity?”
“Was there some portion of ‘drop the subject’ that you didn’t understand?”
“No, ma’am.”
Bodecia stopped and considered. Magda hadn’t used “ma’am” since she was nine years old. She held out her hand and stopped her daughter.
“Magda, look at me. I’m on your side. I know you well enough that if you decide to do something, you have thought it out in all its complexity.
“I trust you and I love you. You do what you think is right. But I reserve the right to geld any man who hurts you in any way. Agreed?”
Magda’s beautiful grin broke across her face and she hugged Bodecia tightly.
“Agreed, Mother. Agreed.”
33
St. Anthony Redoubt, Russian Amerika
“Doyon Isaac, I have received messages that our forces at Chena, at the Battle of Chena, that is, that the Russian Army is falling back in some confusion.” Colonel Romanov sat at his desk and stared at the man seated across from him. “This puts me in a unique situation, which I’m sure you can appreciate.”
“Are they counting on you for reinforcement or rescue?”
“No. They know we are a small garrison. They have inquired about Taiga 10, but I already made a full report regarding the International Freekorps and our temporary alliance.”
“And their response was…”
“Forceful, anticipated, and completely out of touch with the reality of the situation.” He smiled briefly. “They mentioned the possibility of a court-martial.”
“Have you answered them?”
“No. First I wanted to talk to you about options.”
“Options. You have a small command, yes. But you are on the only road between British Canada and Russia. A defeated Russian army is coming from the northwest and, if my intelligence is correct, there’s an armored column between here and Tetlin headed northwest, and all are going to arrive here eventually. You will soon be knee-deep in reinforcements and all spoiling for a fight. What option do you have other than to wait for all of them to arrive?”
“We fought together well last night,” Romanov said. “The mutual support bordered on extraordinary, and we accomplished our mission. Your intelligence is correct, a column is headed northwest from Tetlin Redoubt.”
“But?” Doyon Isaac said.
“I have been ordered to apprehend all members of the Dená Separatist Movement in my district and hold them for interrogation.”
“Have you identified any?” Doyon Isaac smiled.
Romanov smiled back. “I have some suspicions, but no proof. But to be honest, I have no interest in following those orders.”
“Court-martial aside, don’t they shoot people for not following orders?”
“Only if they can prove it.”
“It sounds to me as if you are limiting your own options, Colonel.”
“Perhaps. I have been following the battle reports closely and it seems obvious that Russia is losing this war. Perhaps St. Petersburg isn’t willing to risk more troops in Alaska for whatever twisted political rationale, and is prepared to cut her losses.
“Obtaining military assistance from North Amerikan countries was a brilliant stroke. I believe that in a very short time the Dená Republik will be recognized by the entire world. The Imperial Russian Army will soon be leaving Alaska.”
“Well, this part of it,” Doyon Isaac said. “I’m not sure what will happen in St. Nicholas or farther south in Tlingit country.”
“I believe it is inevitable that the Czar will relinquish all claims in North Amerika. The sentiments which provoked this war are also being heard in the Russian Far East; people are tired of being subjugated.”
“So, your options boil down to what?”
“I wish to stay here. There is nothing in Russia for me, hasn’t been for over a decade.”
Doyon Isaac finally looked surprised. “I see. If the Imperial Command hears about this, they won’t bother with a court-martial, they will summarily execute you.”
“Only if they are in control of the situation when they arrive. I have talked to my officers and noncoms. Those who did not accept my way of thinking have already headed southeast toward the Tetlin column.”
“Your way of thinking being… ?”
“I, and the remainder of my command, wish to join the Dená Republik. If you’ll have us.”
Doyon Isaac, grinning from ear to ear, sprang from his chair and grabbed the colonel’s hand.
“Welcome! You are all so very welcome!”
34
St. Anthony Redoubt
“This is Dená Southern Command, Delta One, we read you, over.”
Jerry stared at the microphone, wondering why he suddenly feared communicating with his command. He suppressed the thought and pressed the send button.
“This is First Lieutenant Jerry Yamato, Republic of California Air Force. Are there any representatives from my unit there?”
“ROCAF? I thought you guys all flew away a long time ago, but then I don’t get out much.”
“I was shot down in action over Rainbow Mountain.”
“Oh, you’re that guy! Wait one second, please.”
Jerry looked around the Russian radio room. A beefy sergeant with two-inch gold, double-headed, crowned eagles equally separating the six gold chevrons on his arm watched him closely. “What ‘guy’ is that?” he asked in a voice laced with frost.
Jerry tried to smile. “They probably mean the one who was shot down and lived to tell about it.”
“This makes you famous, da?”
“Damned if I know. I’ve been out—”
“Yamato, is that really you?” Even through the static Jerry recognized the voice.
“Fowler?”
“Yep, that’s you all right. Where you at?”
“Delta, St. Anthony Redoubt. Is the whole squadron there in Chena?”
“I’m not in Chena and I can’t say where we are; the Russians are probably listening. St. Anthony Redoubt! Are you a prisoner?”
“Negative, but for the same reasons I can’t get into specifics. Is the skipper there, too?”
Fowler’s voice instantly lost its exuberance. “Jerry, the skipper bought the farm in that attack. So did Christenson, DeForest, and Barton. Major Shipley is the skipper now. He recommended Major Hurley for the Medal of Honor.”
Jerry’s eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. Major Hurley had represented everything good about the officer corps. He never told you where to go, he led you.
“Who was it that flew over me the other day, dropped the message?”
“Major Shipley, Currie, and Kirby. They said you were with a good-looking woman. How’d you pull that off?”
“You know my animal magnetism. I’ll tell you about it when I get back. There’s a field here; can you guys arrange a pickup?”
A different voice suddenly boomed from the speaker. “Lieutenant Yamato, this is Major Shipley. I’m glad you’re still with us.”
“So am I. Good to hear your voice, Major.”
“They’re telling me we have to cut this short, so here’s the deal. For the time being I need you right where you’re at, to act as liaison and, if it comes to that, forward spotter.
“You people have a large Russian force running north up the RustyCan to bite you in the butt. We’ll give you all the air support we can, but that’s about it.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“You’re a good man, Jerry, and I know you’ll uphold the honor of the air corps.”
“Yes, sir.” Jerry stiffened his spine and nearly saluted the speaker. The carrier wave dropped into total static.
“Welcome to the infantry, Lieutenant,” the sergeant major said with an evil grin. “The colonel wishes to see you now.”