In the early gloom, the motion accentuated by the small fires that lined the riverbank, a flickering protest to the misery of the weather, the only guiding light the men would have to reach the crossing. “Please Private, keep your voice down and a modicum of decency about your exclamation,” Sampson responded. “Uuu … onster uuu! His hand tightly gripped the door knobs which he had closed behind himself. His lips descended onto her neck and she gasped in surprise before snapping her mouth closed. General Sherman Sir, and please forgive me for stating this to you of all people, but we have a battle just a day or two away. “We need answers Lieutenant Sampson …”
“We do indeed Sir.”
Chapter 9 – The Bedchamber of Catherine McCown, Around 2pm May 11th 1864
“You must believe me Uncle Billy, I really know nothing about any of this.
