After two days of unsuccessful attempts to gain an appointment with him, she finally went to his office, determined to stay until he saw her. Whether he wanted to take it or not, she intended to file an official report on her captive daughter, requesting the army's assistance in the child's recovery.She'd waited an hour, sitting in a straight-back chair with her hands folded in her lap, praying and hoping the colonel would do more than listen politely and send her on her way. From time to time she looked up and caught the aide watching her furtively. Their eyes would meet, then he'd hastily look away to busy himself at his desk. It was as though he didn't want to speak to her."Are you quite sure he knows I am here?" she asked finally."Yes, ma'am."She didn't know much about Black Jack Davidson, as he was called, other than he'd served on the frontier even before the Civil War, and he was reputed to be a harsh, unpleasant man. But she figured that as long as he'd been in the business of fighting Indians, he'd surely be inclined to help her.
