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I had lost sight of the wagon Corporal Freeman was driving when the girl came running out of the woods like a pack of demons was chasing her. She scrambled up to the driver's seat, grabbed my arm and cried, "Don' let him take me back."

I clucked at the horses and shook the reins a bit, enjoying the feel of her soft, young body against mine. She wore a gaping dress of some coarse material, ragged at the hem and flapping about her bulbous chest, al its buttons missing.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Jus' ran, thas' all. Ran."

"Why?" I lifted my arm so she could get closer.

"His damn'd boys. That was the las' straw, his stupid boys."

"Come on now, calm down and explain."

She took a deep breath and looked back the way we had come. "I'm 'dentured," she said, "Four years left on m'paper. Master, he rogered me regular as clockwork, first a'every damn month, nasty ol' bugger."

I held my peace and watched the road, ears pricked.

"Wanted t'get me wif child, 'e did. Make me do 'nother year."

I nodded, understanding the law.

"Then, then, las' night he done brung his boys to my bed, bof a'them hounds, and he sicced 'em on me. I fought an' bit and yelled and then I ran."

"How old were the boys?" I asked, holding up my end of the conversation but mainly enjoying the feel of her body clamped to me. She had both arms wrapped about my torso.

"Dunno. Fat's one likely twelve or so; t'other's a half-wit. He's bigger, but the younger one's meaner. Their things ain't big as my finger." She held up her forefinger to show me.

"Didn't they chase after you?"

"I dun'know. I jus' ran."

"How old are you now?"

She sat quiet for a few seconds so I suspected she would be lying. "Eighteen las' birfday," she said, nodding vigorously. She might have been sixteen.

Hoofbeats heralded the next chapter of this tale. A hatless man on a splavined horse and two youngsters on another wornout animal suddenly filled the road before us. The older man raised his hand while the boys leered at the girl and one made a lewd gesture. She clung to me like a leech.

"Hol' on there," the man called as I reined up. "You got some'in thas mine, that sour piece a'ass thas' huggin' you."

"Who says?" I yelled at him, setting the brake.

"Got the damn paper right here," he cried, waving the long contract at me. "All signed an' sealed, got her mark on it."

The younger boy mounted the off wheel and grabbed for the girl, but I flicked the whip at him and he retreated. "That paper say you can roger her any time you want?" I asked him as he came up beside me on his disreputable horse. The poor animal looked as though it had not been groomed for a decade.

"None a'yer bleedin' business," the man said, spitting tobacco juice on the wagon wheel.

"I'll buy her paper," I told him quietly, keeping an eye on his two boys.

"Ain't fer sale. She does it right smart when she's tame, damn her hide."

"How much?" I said, flush with British officers' coins.

The man turned to his sons. "Davy," he yelled, "aw'right if'n I sells 'er?" The bigger boy nodded, his mouth gapping, eyes dull and unfocused. "Ten pounds hard money, fifty paper."

"Give you two pounds for her contract," I said, "if she isn't pregnant."

"She ain't," he said, "been trying for a year."

"All right," I said, digging in my fat purse, "two pounds, silver." I held up the coins.

He licked his cracked lips. "Four," he said, "no less."

I pried the girl's hands from my arm. "You can have her," I said, pushing her away as she wailed.

"Make it three," the man said. "Three's the price." He pulled the horse's head about. "She ain't much of a worker, but she's a devil in bed."

I fished out another heavy coin, and he held out his hand with the folded contract in it. He smiled, bit the big coins, waved at his boys and galloped off. I handed the girl her indenture.

"What's this for?" she said, as I got us moving again.

"You are free," I told her, digging out some smaller coins and handing them to her without looking. "Here's your freedom dues."

"No," she sobbed. "You keep it. I don' wanna be free. I ain' ready t'be free."

"You got a pocket," I said, "put that money and paper in it. Fold it up. You're free, just like the country."

"No, I ain't," she cried, stamping her feet. "We ain' free, none a'us."

"Well," I told her, 'we will be. Won't be long."

"Ha," she laughed, a bark, and she folded her arms over her chest and stuck out her lower lip.

An hour or so later I spotted Ewell's wagon in a stable yard and pulled in beside him. I saw to the animals, used the necessary and took the barefoot girl inside. Corporal Freeman had obviously been there a while and was well into his cups.

I plunked the girl down beside him and took a chair opposite. "This here is," I started to say. "What's your name girl?"

"None a'yer business," she said, mouth mashed down to a thin line.

I pulled the paper from her pocket and unfolded it. She tried to grab it back, and I elbowed her away while the corporal watched, amused and puzzled. "Says she is one Patricia Andrews of Bristol, age fifteen when this was made."

"They calls me Patty," she said with a small grin.

"This is Corporal Freeman, Patty," I said, and they nodded to each other as some food and drink arrived for us. Freeman enjoyed the view down the front of the girl's dress while we ate then he said to me, "We'd bes' get back on the road. Y'wanna ride w'me, girl, 'stead this big ox?"

"Aw right," she said, taking his hand from her thigh.

"Y'know how to ride a cock horse?" Ewell asked, winking at me.

She shook her head, and he led her out. I paid the inn-keeper, and Freeman's wagon was out of sight by the time I was back on the road. A mile or so on, as I topped a rise, there she was, standing by the side of the road. I stopped and she climbed up, looking fierce about something.

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The woman under me was smiling while her body heaved and rolled from side to side. She raised her hips and her velvety quim pulled me deeper into her when I already felt fully extended. I surged up and back, rocked left and right, trying to screw it in even farther. She squealed and shuddered, pouring fluids over my root as our bodies slapped together. We grunted and throbbed together, thrust and recoil, thrust and recoil. It felt a foot deep in her, banging into her bones, thick and hard....

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"Now," said the big Redcoat, "since you insist on being uncooperative, I have a bargain for you, a trade let us call it." He turned to one of the men near the door. "Bring those two bitches in here," he said. The heavy door of the basement room swung open and two more British soldiers entered, each with a woman in tow. They brought their prisoners to the colonel, clicked their heels and left. Now, just a few feet away, stood a handsome woman and a younger girl. Both wore nothing but...

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It was absolutely one of our best ambushes of the whole retreat. We cut the foraging party down like hay, seven men dead and one dying in less than a minute. The women driving the two big wagons did not even have time to duck for cover before it was all over. While the smoke blew away and my lieutenant finished off the wounded man with a pistol shot, I took note of the women with the reins in their hands. They looked a lot alike, fair-haired and sun burned, poke bonnets and farm dresses, long...

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