Libbie Custer & Truth

While on the phone late yesterday with Sam Sixkiller’s great, great grandson (Sixkiller was a famous Native American lawman and the subject of my next book)  I received a call from the Federal Prison.  No matter how much I want to put out of my mind, for just a little while, the thought that my brother is locked up and fading away, I just can’t.  I regret so much making him take a plea.  I know the bad guys are destined to get theirs, but in those moments when I’m forced to deal with it again and again,  it couldn’t come soon enough.  The age old struggle between being bitter and stopping to say a prayer for the lost fiends rears it’s ugly head.  After Sam Sixkiller was murdered on Christmas Eve 1886, his sons set out to make the culprits pay for their deeds.  They fired so many bullets into the men who gunned down their father the outlaws were nearly cut into.  Frontier Justice is long since gone, if it weren’t I promise a posse would have been organized to take out the Dodger’s fans who recently beat the man wearing a Giant’s jersey into a coma.  My Pastor recently asked me if I thought the three main players involved with helping to send a decent man to an early grave were Christians.  I told him that I thought they were.  He responded with, “How can they be?  Saved people don’t tell horrible lies as they have.  Saved people don’t act like that.”  He’s right.  I guess I just assumed because they went to church they were saved.  Funny, what comes to mind right now is something Harry Truman said about Richard Nixon.  “I don’t think the son of a b___ knows the difference between telling the truth and lying.”  I will pray for those lost souls, because God asked me to.  And when it all comes crashing down around them, and it will, I’ll pray even more.  My heart will  follow…that’s my prayer too.  In the meantime, the Elizabeth Custer book is out now a bit earlier than originally planned.  It’s a handsome book and I’m looking forward to traveling around with the title and telling Libbie’s story.  She was no stranger to lies herself.  She used to say, “Some people handle the truth carelessly; others never touch it at all.”  I think that sums it up perfectly.