Chapter 3

Andy wondered if it mattered much at all anyway, the color of their coats, but this wasn’t his war. He only fought because he had to—it was the right thing to do, it was noble…and he feared that would be lost somewhere along the way, too, once the war was over. What he fought for, what all the men out here fought for, it would be mangled by time and fate and only the dead would know for sure.

Lovelace cleared his throat. “You want one of us to come with you?” he asked, his voice low, as if he thought he should ask out of obligation now but was afraid Andy might take him up on the offer.

Andy shook his head. “I’ll be fine,” he said, shouldering the rifle into a more comfortable position. “Give me a half hour. If I’m not back, tell Lieutenant Bucknell.”

Tell him I’m out chasing ghosts. See what he says to that.He smiled at the thought.

“Be careful out there, sir,” Williams cautioned as Andy stepped into the woods.