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"Maggie?"

She turned to hi her lips, but a worried expression on her face

"What’s wrong?" he asked her

She shook her head "It’s not that anything is wrong, it’s just that "

"Maggie, please, if you think there is a Montgo"

She looked out across the water "I’s I think I need to step back

I I’d appreciate if you would leave now"

It was the last thing he’d expected after the night they’d spent together "Maggie, soht here--"

"Sean, I think we’ve rushed it And I’d like a little space Please" He nodded, a it very well In fact, his attitude was sadly iht? Well, thanks for a few daood fu--"

"Sean, don’t, this is not easy for me!" she whispered

"Sorry I still ation The blood drops did lead to your door

Anyway, thanks for a fun night And by the way--if you should realize that e had was really daain" He turned around, striding angrily away froht have called his nao was fiercely wounded

And he kept walking

1862

Captain Sean Canady was perplexed, irate, and sickened

War was one thing

Murder was another

War was ugly It was blood and bullets, and tattered, ragged flesh It was the tragic waste of human life, the defilement of youth and beauty It was the stench of blood, the screaly and horrible, a travesty, and still, it wasn’t so chilling as what had been happening lately

The Union reat artery to the South, pu the populace and soldiers alike with food, reat hty river Take New Orleans, and break the back of the South Cripple her

It was an awful concept

It was happening

While ed upon the water, and the Rebs fought valiantly against Union naval strength, there were pockets of fierce fighting on land

Fierce indeed He had lived for those few precious times when he dared steal a few hours to be with her He loved her, adored her, survived for her She wasn‘t just succor against the storm; she listened, she understood, she seemed to have the wisdoy, and though he heard her cry soft tears when he left, she never begged hi, he had hidden nothing fro her even about the hideousness of the murders

Over the last fewaround the city let up, and each time they were able to come for the wounded, they found that the wounded had been killed Slashed to death with a saber Horribly hacked andI caainst her pillow, staring at the ceiling She was at his side, on an elbow, close and offering coravely<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>