Rebel 1777Chapter 83 Plowing
Lt. Foster ordered me and another man to look into stories about a farmer who was selling to the Brits but refusing to let us Continentals buy foodstuffs and fodder. Downright unpatriotic, so we were told as we were sent on our way with orders to change his mind. Ewell Freeman was the man I was with, and he was in charge, an acting corporal I believe, a tall and gangly Scot from western Virginia, a dead shot with a rifle. What we found, after a long day's ride, was a large and obviously...