So far as I know, Hiram Hardcastle’s name was never again uttered in Yanube City. It was as if the white culture adopted the natives’ name avoidance custom. No one wanted the ex-militia leader’s wah-nah gee, his ghost, hanging around.
On the other hand, the plan to bring the stage to Yanube City was made public, which had the effect of exposing more attacks on Teacher’s Mead for what they would be—naked greed. That provided a bit of cover for Cuthan and his family.
A half-hearted attempt was made to censure James, but when Lt. Mills and members of the Second Platoon of F Company related what they had witnessed, that effort withered away. Consequently, the protection James extended to me held greater potency because he had demonstrated a willingness to stand up to the excesses of the militia.