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crook of his

crook of his arm.
After an inspection that lasted for several seconds, Jackson seemed satisfied. "Fortunately," he continued, "I now have real soldiers on the spot. What's your name, Ensign? And how long have you been serving the colors?"
"Sam Houston, sir. I enlisted in March of last year."
Jackson's eyebrows lowered slightly. "Houston. I believe I've heard about you. Aren't you the one who was adopted by the Cherokee?"
The sentence seemed almost like an accusation, but...not exactly. Sam couldn't really tell what lay beneath it.
"Yes, sir," he replied. "When I was sixteen, after I ran away from home. I lived for three years with John Jolly and his people. He's the one adopted me, and gave me my Cherokee name."
"And that is?"
"Colonneh, sir. It means 'The Raven.' "
Jackson sniffed. "Nasty birds, ravens. On the other hand, they're also tough,