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ScoutChapter 1
I wasn't sure exactly where they were, but I was sure that a pack of Johnny Rebs was somewhere in these woods. The captain had asked, that is, not quite ordered, me to scout through these woods an find the Confederates who were taking pot shots at our troops whenever the opportunity arose. I was out of uniform, since I wanted to be able to slip around without being seen. My buckskins did a hell of a good job blending in with the bushes and other brush under the trees. I was armed with my...