A glance at the hole in Sam’s pants showed angry red welts rising from the stitched wound, telltale lines working their way into his body, toward his heart. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
“There are Federals in the woods.”
He heard Wiley’s voice in his mind, as clear as if the lieutenant was in the cabin with them, and he jerked his head up, blood pounding in his ears, sure that he’d been followed…
But they were alone.
“The scouts tell us there are Federals in the woods, so we need a detachment to ride back a bit, keep them occupied if they attack.”
In the woods.
The words echoed in Andy’s head, looking to connect with something. He frowned down at Sam’s Union jacket, trying to think. Federals in the woods meant a Union regiment nearby. Was it the men who had engaged Andy’s soldiers in battle a few days earlier? Sam’s regiment?