Chapter 8

Pennock stood and crossed the tent,pushing the other officers aside to lean heavily on a creaking wooden table that sat along one canvas wall.Parchment spread across the table,maps and letters and newspapers.The major swept thetop layer of paper aside,revealing a map of the area beneath it.Jabbing a blunt finger at the map,he told Caleb,“This is our position.Where is this camp?”

“I don’t—”Caleb tried again.

The whip cracked against Pennock’s boot,and there was a deadly promise written in the major’s eyes.Caleb met that hard gaze and knew he had to divulge what he could or they’d beat it out of him.As he stepped up to the map,a small voice in him whispered,Brance,I’m sorry.

With a trembling finger,he pointed out the enemy’s position.

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