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Only a couple of blocks down the street, the shells of the buildings were still smoking as Rosborough’s clerk penned the words the judge had dictated.

Yreka, California, July 5, 1871

We, the undersigned, have had an interview with the Modoc Chief known as Capt. Jack. He wishes us to make known to whom it may concern that he will not resist the soldiers, nor in any way disturb the settlers in the Modoc country.

A.M. Rosborough, Judge 9th Judicial Dist., State of California

Jesse Applegate

Henry F. Miller (of) Tule Lake

John S. Miller of Jacksonville, Oregon

“Much good may it do him!” Jesse Applegate said grudgingly when he signed it. “Killing that medicine man: our young fellow just burned his bridges, unless I’m mistaken.”

“Don’t talk about things burning!” Henry Miller exclaimed.

After Jack left, Jesse got up and reached for his hat. He turned to the others and said, “Month ago I finished drawing up a plan for Meacham, and he just sent it on back to Washington. Lost River, Tule Lake Modoc Reservation.”

“That ought to keep out settlers! Who’d want to live by that?” John Miller asked.

“Not many, I’m beginning to think,” said Jesse.

“I don’t know,” said Henry. “I put in a word for them. They got as much right there as anyone, I believe. Ask Steele if I didn’t say so.”

“Now though…,” Rosborough said.

“Now, if they pick up Jack, things will open up around Lost River,” Jesse said. “His people will go back up to Klamath.”

“You sound relieved there,” Henry offered.

“Might be at that!” Jesse said, clamping on his hat. “I’m going over to the ranch.”