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"We gotta do something about them damn Germans," the captain said at one of our rare winter meetings. He passed the jug and asked for suggestions. We drank his whisky and waited for him to tell us what he had decided. "Ought to make it like a surprise if we can," he said. "Catch 'em sleeping."

"They do put out guards, pickets," somebody said. The captain made a face at him.

"Get rid a'them first," he said, "quietly."

"What brought this on?" I asked.

"More rapes, more farms burned down, more folks just slaughtered, butchered," the captain said, taking back his jug. "And they ain't taking prisoners neither."

"They holding any folks?" I asked.

"Part of the problem," he said. "We know one bunch, they got a mother and two daughters at the last place they hit. We don't know if they're still alive."

"Maybe we ought to go see a'fore we go in stabbing everything that moves," I suggested.

Pretty soon everybody was looking at me, and the captain said he appreciated me volunteering and hoped I'd be back in a day or two so we could do the job and then move on to something else.

I did not recall volunteering, but that night I found myself some twelve miles east, in the woods in sight of the orderly camp of this small jaeger company that had been raising hell, about thirty men we believed. I spent some time looking at the tents, one after the other, until I found one with a guard standing in front and some men coming and going pretty regularly.

I had already spotted the outpost guards, and I waited until just after they changed, around sunset, to make my move. I tossed a big stone over the nearest soldier's head, and when he looked where it landed, I stepped in behind him, yanked his chin up and cut his throat. Still using Magda's knife, I slit open the back of the tent where I hoped to find the women. I had guessed wrong, it was the officer's place with a table and lamp and two men who looked very surprised when I stuck my head inside. After that it got a little noisy as I ran back into the woods and climbed a tree, happy my horse and heavy weapons were a mile or so away at a friend's cabin.

The Germans milled about, sent out two-man search teams, yelled and carried on for an hour or so and then settled back to nervous watching. I still did not know which tent held the captives, if any, but I got lucky and found them with some help. A nearby guard stepped behind the tree where I was hiding to relive himself, and I swung down behind him while he was shaking it. I held his head to the tree, showed him my big bayonet, and urged him to be still. He understood, his eyes wide, never leaving that big blade pointing at his nose.

"Fraus, frauleins, where fraus?" I asked it my broken German. My vocabulary actually ended with the word for beer, which was Bier.

No, no, he told me. "Nein," he said. "Frau tot, Madchen vent, gone."

I figured out, after a bit more prodding that the girls had been taken somewhere and that their mother was dead.

"Where Madchen, where are the girls?" I demanded, poking him here and there.

He tried various words and pointed, I suspect astounded how thick I was.

"Farm?" I asked. "Farm house over there?" I pointed where he had and he nodded vigorously and smiled.

"Zwei," he said, holding up two fingers.

I thanked him and then hit him in the side of the head a couple of times with the handle of my heavy bayonet in my fist. He folded up, and I cut his throat, kicked some leaves and sticks over him and went looking for the farm house.

I heard it before I saw it. Men were singing, roaring might be more like it at a cabin in a barely cleared field. The stumps were still in the ground and the farmer had plowed around them the previous spring. I hated to do nothing, but there were obviously a number of men in and around the place so I waited until things quieted down and the windows got dark. By then four or five, all officers it seemed, had stumbled back toward the tent lines leaving a sentry and two dark windows.

I waited another hour to see if anyone would be coming back and then circled the small house. The guard was a large young man, and I had to stick him twice with my bayonet before he stopped struggling after I knocked him down with a tree limb. I kicked in the door after finding it securely locked and found two young women in the room's only bed. Light from the banked fire showed them huddled together, bare tailed in torn shifts, frightened and disheveled. I think they had been crying.

"Come," I said, "Hurry. Where are your clothes?"

"Gone," said one, "they took them all, burned them, laughing."

I found another quilt on a chair, and they wrapped themselves up, found their shoes and followed me, stepping over the dead soldier without a sound. We trooped single file through the woods to my old friend's cabin and my patient horse. I was tempted to wait until daybreak, but decided to get some more miles between us and the Hessians, so boosted them both to the saddle and led the horse down the trail, trotting and then walking and then trotting again until I figured we had covered about five miles. I was puffing when I stopped, helped them down and offered my canteen.

"What happened?" I asked the older girl, barely visible in the starlight, she looked to be seventeen, eighteen or so and she had a nasty-looking black eye.

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Late one rainy afternoon when I returned to my basement hideout, I found a woman standing at the foot of the steps, huddled in a dark, hooded coat and using her sleeve to ward off the blowing sheets of cold rain. She was tall and that was about I could tell about her except that the hem of her coat and dress were very wet and heavy. "Help you?" I asked, huddled in my old jacket and wishing I had worn a hat. I could feel cold water running down the back of my neck. "Does the S- family...

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Rebel 1777Chapter 66 Spying

And then I awoke in a cellar although it took me some time to figure out where I was. My feet were tied together, my hands bound behind me, there was a damp gag in my mouth and my eyes were bandaged. I mentally took inventory and found most of my other parts were present and in working order. I could not feel any blood or new lumps on my head, but I had a metallic taste in my mouth. The gag was absolutely the worse part not only because it nearly strangled me in my own spit but tore at the...

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Rebel 1777Chapter 80 Three Fine Friskers

The three men bent over their horses' necks and galloping down the road may or may not have seen me as they came on in a rush, but they simply ignored me, and I was forced to scramble into the woods to avoid them. I cursed under my breath and watched as the Redcoat hallooed and his two German companions dug their heels into their steeds to keep pace. I cut back through the trees, urged my mare to leap a small stream and came back to the road in plenty of time to dismount, load a double shot...

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RebelChapter 20 Lula

There I was, tied to a post in a dirty barn, stripped bare to the waist and facing as nasty a crew as I had yet found. They did not give a damn about rebels and Tories or anything else. They wanted money and they had mine and hoped I would lead them to more since my purse had been heavy with blood money. I had at least one tooth that was loose, and my eyebrow was dripping blood. I worked on my knots, rubbing my hands up and down the rough post, failed to get the thick pole moving by pulling...

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Rebel SpyChapter 34 Up River

On one of my last trips to visit with Mrs. Von R--, seeking knowledge of British intentions and a warm bed, a black woman hoeing at a kitchen garden stopped me as I walked past the back fence of her long plot. "Ho, mistah," she cried, waving her free hand. "You shore is a big 'un. How 'bout helpin' some poor folks?" She leaned on her hoe and looked at me stony faced, a bandana covering her head and her feet bare. I was in a hurry, eager to find a bedmate since Mrs. Von R-- usually...

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RebelChapter 59 Grace

It took me a while to figure out that the big, young woman with the long legs and wild hair was in charge of the place and that the man I mistook for the inn-keeper was just one of her employees. She was well past being sturdy, nearly six feet high in her thick-heeled boots and easily twelve stone. She wore plain, country clothes with no decoration and her full, firm body moved freely beneath them like some sort of caged animal. She had heavy thighs, wide hips and full breasts, a firm jaw and...

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RebelChapter 62 Two Stories

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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Rebel 1777Chapter 26 Melissa

Staging ambushes became our specialty. Since most agreed that I had the best Pennsylvania rifle in the company, I was often the bait in our trap. Once we had spied a small camp of the enemy pickets or a foraging party at work, my job would be to step out in the open, fire at them a time or two, aiming for the officers of course, and then run for it once they got moving toward me. If we worked it right, we could bag up to a dozen men and horses that way, replenish our supplies and send a...

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RebelChapter 82 A Doubtful Tale

Not Credible "See this here place, this area," the lieutenant said pointing to his map. I nodded. "Somewhere in these woods there's a home guard bunch that has been raising hell with the Redcoats," he stopped and looked at me. "You ain't busy are you?" "No sir," I said, not wanting to lie but having enjoyed several days of inactivity. "Go find out who's leading 'em. Tell 'em we're getting ready to retreat again. See if you can get this bunch to join up." I nodded and...

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RebelChapter 86 Escape

"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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RebelChapter 92 Another Mill

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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ExWife Retribution

Phyllis was a sexy woman, but she had played around with some guy. Robert didn’t know who, and didn’t want to know. At least the divorce was easy without a lawyer, which saved him a packet of money. It was easy because she didn’t want anything, leaving him with the house, both cars, and everything else. She didn’t even take her collection of music. At first he missed having her around. Then he missed the sex. She had always been a sexy bitch, and that was the problem. He’d been working hard...

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