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Rebel Rhyder was born in Phoenix, Arizona, on January 24th, 1994. Rebel was a shy and nerdy youth who spent her time in science club, playing in a marching band and fiddling with video games.Missed the Man in the BoatI bet there are some popular douchebags from Rebel's high school jerking off to her right now, wishing they had put a ring on it while they had the chance. You snooze, you lose. If she was awkward looking in high school, she certainly isn't now. Rebel grew into her body and is sexy...

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I have only submitted 2 stories previously, which were received with mixed reviews. I hope to be more careful in my spelling and grammar, I apologise in advance if it isn’t perfect.. I was about 12 when my dad bought an Alsatian to help look after his pigeons which were his pride and joy, rebel stayed in dads pigeon loft for some weeks so we hardly ever seen him. I asked my dad if I could go with him to see the pigeons as it had been a while since I had done so, dad was happy...

Rebel PrincessChapter 4

The young princess was cornered by the aggressive mercenary in the alcove, and she shuddered from his rude fingers penetrating under her gown to search out her flooded feminine folds. She could see he was overjoyed to find her already primed for his entry despite her protestations to the contrary. She had no glass slipper at the ball, and she had not taken any food or drink into her red painted lips for fear of the lurking danger of poison. The excitement of the dancing and the close...

Rebel SpyChapter 28 The Parade

"Something odd is going on over in Wessextown," the old lady said. "You've nothing useful to do. Go investigate." I gobbled down my breakfast, tended to my horse and weapons and was on my way before the sun topped the trees. Wessex was a small, tidy town with a pleasant square, a white church, two taverns, a sawmill and a respected potter. I headed for the larger tavern and had a good beer. The place was empty but it was barely noon. "Yer jus' in time for the show," the publican...

RebelChapter 73 Lt Foster

The British continued to harass us, pressing us back in our retreat. My company was usually doing rear-guard duty. One day, a week or so after my enjoyment of the girl in the barn, a pleasure my aching cock still recalled early in the morning, we swooped down on the supply train of a Redcoat regiment and were deep into pillage and plunder when a bunch of dragoons appeared out of nowhere, and we had to fight for our lives and then flee, every man for himself. They ran off our horses, and I...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 27 Margaret

The girl that sat on the pulled-down steps of the fancy carriage looked sad indeed, nearly despondent, head down and knees wide apart. She was drawing on the ground with a stick. She glanced up as I dismounted and gave me a wan smile. There was neither team nor driver in sight so the problem was obvious. She stood and my cock stirred. She was a true stunner, dressed in the height of fashion and sporting a mop of dark red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and well down her straight back,...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 41 Daughters

I reached the McB-- plantation on a bend in the James just about sunset, feeling very proud of myself since I was about halfway to Portsmouth. I had a good horse under me and had rearmed myself with the weapons I had used all during the Revoltuion, tools my hands knew well. Now if I could promote a hot meal and a warm woman for my bed, it would be an almost perfect day. Long and bloody, but almost perfect. On my way south I had given the Ranger camp a wide berth. I left my horse with a young...

Rebel SpyChapter 13 Honor s Family

"Those beasts," said Madam Von R--, "are holding a fair, as they call it, and have a girl, a very comely girl, as one of the prizes in some sort of contest." "One of our people?" I asked. "A rebel?" "Of course. Why else would I bother?" she said impatiently. "Go get her out of there." "Yes'm," I said and set out. It made for a very curious weekend. That Friday I nosed around and found that there was, indeed, a competition, open only to militiamen, no British regulars or...

Rebel SpyChapter 14 Persuading Gloria

"There is," said the old Madam, looking exceedingly cross, "a woman who is doing us harm, at least she is trying to do so, the foolish harridan. I want you to go see her and convince her of the wickedness of her ways." "Me?" I said. "Why not send a preacher?" "No," the Madam said with an evil smile, "you have the equipment for this task. This woman is using her body in the service of our enemies and crowing about how much more manly the Germans and English officers are compared...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 15 Francine

General Greene detached Von Steuben to head up Virginia's defenses and headed south again, looking for whatever was left of Gates' defeated army. At Hillsboro, North Carolina, where a rag-tag government sat, no one knew where Gates was, but we were told that Cornwallis had abandoned Charlotte after the fight on King's Mountain. That is where General Greene finally found General Gates, in Charlotte on December 2. Gates, disgraced as well as defeated, seemed as happy to see us as we were to...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 24 Public Service

Harold, the coffee-colored horse trader, proved to be, as reported, a good man who knew his business. I used Jeff's name, and he showed me some animals. We dickered a bit, and he sold me a mare and a decent saddle and set of capacious bags at a fair price for those days when the rebels and Tories had cleaned the countryside of horse flesh more than once. "Do me a favor while you're here," Harold said as I looked my new horse in the eye and stroked her big nose. "Certainly," I said,...

Rebel 1777Chapter 37 Kit

Of course, I did go on to visit Trenton, just to renew the human spirit, check up on my trusted sources and get my ashes hauled. Both Ginny and Mrs. Foster seemed happy to see me, and I them. Ivy and I saw each other, too, but kept our distance like a brace of mockingbirds in the same shrubbery. Rebecca had returned to New York and her Royal Navy husband. On my final winter-time visit to Trenton, during one of our brief periods of rest, Ginny said, "You gotta do me a favor." "Like...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 30 Another Redhead

I awoke to the sound of many hooves on the nearby road. I rolled out of my blanket, found my rifle, stayed low and crawled to the roadside. Here came a redcoated officer, a captain, followed by a bunch of horses and a couple of well-mounted dragoons. I watched them pass, trying to count the horse flesh, at least a dozen, roped in pairs and threesomes. Then there was a mule-drawn farm wagon filled with barrels, kegs and a small blonde, bound and gagged, that I assumed was a girl from the...

Rebel 1777Chapter 46 Winnie

Being seduced means being made a fool, and it happened to me more than once. You would think I would learn but I didn't. When a young lady suggested love making, my brain stopped working and other glands took control. This time it happened at a tavern in New Brunswick. I had been in town almost a week, dressed as a farm laborer and spending most of my time and some of General Washington's brass in trying to find out what the British were planning. I had not shaved for a while and probably...

Rebel 1777Chapter 51 Teresa Again

And then I found the lovely Teresa, my gorgeous, gold-haired girl. I had rescued her from a dock in New York, loved her until we both were senseless, saved her from a burning shack after she had been repeatedly raped by a score of militiamen, and then sent her on to her faux diplomat-father, hoping she would mend and he would properly care for her. That was where I found her, at her father's fine, tall, brick house. (See Rebel #8) One of my contacts told me that there was a wealthy Spanish...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 56 Margy

In mid-August I entered Portsmouth to find the town almost deserted. I guess it was still technically in British hands because that flag flew on the docks and at the magazine, but the royal presence was much diminished. Margy sat with me drinking beer and describing the exodus of Cornwallis and his troops. "You should a'seen some of the women he took off with him. Ew, the smell," she held her nose and laughed. "So business has been kind a'slack?" "Right, an' they closed Arnold's...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 58 A Hundred Pounds

On my way back to my duties, I stopped to visit Frances again, drawn like a bear to honey, anticipating another happy tumble in the hay, complete respite from the never-ending war. It was a terrible mistake. She rose to her toes and kissed me when I opened the door to her bedroom and found her alone, writing a letter. The room smelled like roses. It was midday, bright and sunny, and the large, high bed looked very inviting. "So how's the poor, lonely, little widow?" I asked when my mouth...

RebelChapter 16 Fran the doctor s widow

The second time I went to visit Madam Von R--'s doctor friend, he had good news for me. A compatriot of his, another doctor, had died, he said, and had shelves filled with various medications. "I'm sure his widow has no use for the stuff," he assured me. "She's a fine woman, but I have no idea if she is politically inclined." He gave me directions and a note of introduction. It took most of the day to make the trip with my light wagon, and I was hungry and tired when I knocked at the...

Rebel 1777Chapter 87 Mother and Daughters

"They's been transferred," the girl said with a smile. "I ain' gonna miss 'em neither." "Who?" I asked, "who's been transferred?" "The bloody regiment," the girl said with an exasperated tone, almost ready to give up on my flabby member which was all right with me since we had been at it hard and heavy for nearly an hour. "Are they now?" I said. "Who'll be coming in?" "Don' know," she said, slapping the limp thing and rolling out of bed, giving me a good look at her...

Rebel 1777Chapter 91 Wounded

I was bent low when the shot burned my thigh and hit my poor horse. She stumbled, dumped me in the frigid stream, got to her feet and limped away after scrambling up the far bank. By then I had rolled over several times, failed to grasp a tree root and was in the swift-flowing main stream. I pulled off my soggy boots and thrashed about, trying not to swallow too much water and then I rammed head first into a boulder and knocked myself silly. I awoke with two people pulling on my arms and my...

Rebel SpyChapter 16 The Spinster

"Now," the old madam said, lifting an eyebrow, "this is a special case." "You always say that," I told her with a smile. She hit me with her fan. "This fine young woman really is especially special, you impertinent cur. Wait until you see her; you will understand. And she may be in serious trouble. I can't really tell from her note. She has been useful to us, very useful. Go quickly, do whatever she tells you." I went quickly where I was told, arrived late at night, stabled my...

RebelChapter 44 The Colonel s Wife

Foster sent me and George right back to New York as a team. We had our separate tasks but worked several times together to achieve our ends, either for ourselves or the Continental Congress. George would sometimes rescue a damsel from my attentions or I would come upon my friend trying to rob or assault someone, drive him off and earn his or her gratitude. One of the people Foster told me to see about was a colonel of artillery who supposed knew all about forts and gun positions, numbers of...

RebelChapter 48 Lori

"Take off your clothes, you stupid bitch," commanded the sneering officer. I was beaten and chained to a rafter so there was little I could do but watch. The major glanced at me and then returned his attention to the girl who had removed her bodice and dropped it to the floor. "Hurry up, strumpet," the officer snarled. "Haven't got all day." She stepped from her skirt gracefully, let it fall and pulled her shift over her head and tossed back her long hair. She had not worn...

RebelChapter 57 Captured

The men who captured me were a mix of Scots and Germans under the command of a young Englishman with an aristocratic look and a sadistic streak. His mixed and motley company had been out stealing horses when they found me late one morning disporting myself in a barn with a young maiden who had been around the track a few times. We were so busy with our efforts to please each other that neither of us heard the horsemen approach until they were in the barnyard. The girl squealed, slithered out...

Rebel Terror

Jeff Reynolds and Harry Smith had begun work at the mine in Kolbazi on the same day. Jeff was an accounting manager and Harry worked in distribution. Both men were expatriates from England, having moved to Africa lured by the promise of salaries that were four times what they could ever expect to receive at home. In addition, they were provided with small but comfortable bungalows in a safe section of the small city. Jeff and Harry were similar in appearance and personality. Each was in...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 16 Mona

A captain we met down there had two lovely daughters, and on several occasions he brought them into camp to entertain the visiting officers from the north. One was sweet and cooperative, charming and polite, but the other, the younger one, was a tease. That's what we called girls like that back home, cock teasers. She led men on, flirted and flounced, played with them, fanned them, flattered them, made them think it was available, showed it to them and then took it away, rejected them and...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 20 Nina

The shots were from up the hill in front of me and somewhere off to the left, two of them. I kicked my horse and moved that way while a part of my mind suggested hesitation and care as well as minding my own business. The first things a saw when I broke out of the treeline was a a small farm house, a good sized knot of horses, a man holding some of them and obviously guarding the others. His back was to me and he wore a militia uniform. He was a Tory. I counted six well-groomed mounts at the...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 23 Vanessa

My horse had gone lame, and I was afoot that morning, carrying my rifle, the captured muskets well hidden, when I almost walked into a Tory company camped alongside the road. One man saw me, yelled and waved as I ducked into the pine trees and ran for it, in no mood to tackle a dozen, well-armed men. They came crashing after me, hooting and hollering like it was some kind of game or cross-country hunt. I stayed low and moved as fast as I could through the dense woods, across a stream, up a...

Rebel 1777Chapter 13 Inebriate

Mrs. Snyder, Ivy and the tangle of bony arms and thin legs that were her three rambunctious sons welcomed me with a fine, late supper behind shuttered windows. I looked at Ivy in the candlelight and saw why her mother was so determined to hide her, to save her chastity if she could. She was blooming, becoming a beauty, finer boned than her lusty mother but just as lovely and almost as tall. In Felicity's large, soft bed, after we had satisfied each other to the point of mutual moaning and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 20 Rafe

My luck held. I did not have to spend much time freezing in Morristown that long winter, and I already had a bout with smallpox which left a few holes in my hide but little more. Instead, Lieutenant Foster got made a captain, and our bunch became a ranger company, at least for a while. Mostly we were back at harassing the Redcoats and Germans as much as we could, shooting unwary officers, playing fox and hounds and making their lives miserable as possible on a regular basis. I even started...

Rebel 1777Chapter 24 Nameless

On one early winter trip back to camp after an invigorating evening in Ginny's arms and legs, I ran into an odd situation. I heard a couple of gunshots in the distance and then discovered an expensive chaise standing at the side of the narrow road, and in it I found a very dead British lieutenant of infantry. He had been shot twice, evidently at close range. Powder burns showed around his wounds. The only other thing in the small carriage was a lady's reticule or purse. The man's pockets...

Rebel 1777Chapter 31 Prisoner

Unlike warmly remembered Boston, we did not find many welcoming women out there in the swamps and hills. Nancy, Melissa and Cecelia were the satisfying exceptions, along with a few others. Much of the frozen countryside was deserted, the animals confiscated or driven off and the farmhouses and barns empty if they still stood. For some reason the Crown sent a new minister into the wilds of New Jersey. The old one had fled during the confusion after the fights at Trenton and Princeton. The new...

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The year is 2058. For the last decade, most of the world has known only conflict as east and west waged total war on one another. After the nuclear destruction of many prominent cities across the globe, an uneasy truce was signed and a new order has emerged. Most of Eastern Europe and Asia have fallen behind what has been called a "New Iron Curtain" as a Russian-dominated union spread its influence further across the continent... ----- An old moped drove through rural Belarus in the very...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 29 Fidelia

It was late, or early actually, and the moon was setting, looking cold and distant, when the woman came to my blanket. "Please," was all she said, on her knees beside me, her hand at my shoulder. I lifted the edge of the old blanket, and she rolled in, sighing. She was barefoot but fully clothed. I put my hand on her ribs and felt her stays. "How can you sleep in those things?" I asked, sliding my hand up between her full breasts to begin unlacing her strings. "Don't," she said,...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 31 Lucinda

The last river I had to cross was a nameless, northern tributary of the Broad. Winter had finally arrived with day after day of cold rain blowing in from the northwest. The fords were high and I kept going upstream until I found an operating ferry. I beat on the keg intended as a signal drum and a person finally emerged on the far side, waved at me and went to the flat-bottomed barge. Across the roiling stream it came, bobbing up and down, and I loaded my two horses aboard and tried to help...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 37 Spring 1781

"Missy," I yelled, "where the hell are my clothes? I can't go running around out there killing Redcoats and chasing after Benedict bloody Arnold and your frigging husband, the honorable Justin sodomite H--, in jus' my birthday suit!" "Now, don' get yo'self all riled up," she said, crawling back into the bed after using her chamber pot and adopting a deeper Southern accent. "Old Miss Martha'll be along directly with your clothes, all brushed and so forth, honey lamb, boots shined...

Rebel 1777Chapter 55 Paula

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

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...

Rebel Holiday

"So where have I gone wrong?" "You have not gone wrong Jane, its just that we are not going anywhere in this relationship" "Graham, I gave everything in this relationship, I gave up promotion opportunities,hobbies, you name it". Tears were now in her eyes, there was also a pause. She thought about the holiday in Spain she had booked for them both. "Jane we have both tried, but I find it hard now." He did not want to say it, but before he could even think about it, Jane asked...

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“I fucked Becky Howard last night, and she has the smallest tits I have ever seen,” said Todd to his two friends. They laughed and went back to their hamburgers.“Was she any good?” said one of the others after putting down his food.“She was alright I guess, sucked my dick a bit but wasn’t very good at it. And she would only do the missionary position and that’s so fucking lame.”The three young men continued to discuss Becky’s body and what she had done the previous night. I sat at the table...

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Rebel 1777Chapter 38 Paulina

Since I was in town I rode out to check on Sarah and Jean, the two girls we had rescued from the Hessians earlier that winter. They were living with a farm family that had lost two chidlren to the smallpox and seemed to have settled in right well. Neither had become pregnant as a result of their repeated rapes and both were happy to see me and insisted that I stay for supper to see how well they had learned to cook. I did and they had. Their sour apple pie was as good as any I ever...

Rebel 1777Chapter 39 Clare Clarissa

We rode right into it and paid the price; two of my company dead plus the driver and footman shot off the carriage. I rolled from my wounded horse and scrambled into the weeds and thorn bushes while George galloped off in the other direction, going for help I certainly hoped. It was a whole company of howling Germans, blue jackets with red facings, and they laughed and gabbled while they searched the dead and pulled two women and a well-dressed man from the rig. I had not been told who we...

Rebel 1777Chapter 40 Faith

I once got to play the knight in shining armor, but of course in my own shabby way. I was eating and drinking in a tavern near the river when the stage stopped and seven passengers trooped in to dine. The group included one striking woman in a long purple cloak. She stood out from the crowd, like a rose among toadstools, not only because of her dress, but because of her cool poise, striking posture, curly brown hair, dark eyes and voluptuous beauty. She was a fine, healthy woman, perhaps...

Rebel 1777Chapter 41 Ann

For the next couple of months, things went on much that way. The British sat in the towns, enjoying life among the Tories as best they could, eating well and rogering regularly, I'm sure, and Washington worried about where they were going and had his recruiters out far and wide seeking replacements for his still-dwindling infantry companies. We heard all sorts of rumors, even a report that a big Redcoat and Indian army was coming down the lakes from Canada, but basically it was a waiting...

Rebel 1777Chapter 42 Seanna

When I reported back Captain Foster smiled and said I was just the man he wanted to see. Peter McGinn and I were the only members of the company in town, and there was a visiting officer who had asked for some protection while he scouted about and got to know the country. The officer was a portly Frenchman who spoke almost no English but had with him a young woman, who he claimed was some sort of relation and who acted as his interpreter. We just assumed she was his doxy. The four of us set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 43 Rodney

In April, I had an interesting experience with an officer's wife and one of her sons. She was Angela McG-- and he was her oldest, Rodney, a good-sized lad of sixteen, fuzz-faced, long-legged, gawky and eager to get into the fight. He wanted to join the army like his quartermaster father, and she did not want him to. Captain Foster sent me to see her, and I am not sure whether or not he thought he was doing me or her a favor. She was a healthy and handsome woman in her mid-thirties. She had...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 28 Helen

I had one more side trip on my way north, again a pleasurable one although it involved a lot of hard work and very little killing. A woman stopped me from beside the road just after I had topped a rise. She held up her hand and smiled at me, sharing a fine and gracious look. I dismounted. I always had a thing for redheads, and this woman had a rich, dark, auburn mane that flowed well down her back. She was handsome and she knew it. There was pride in her stance. "Need some help," the big...

Rebel 1777Chapter 44 A Pair

Catching the general was much easier than it should have been. He was traveling without a guard detail, just the driver and an armed footman on the seat. We shot them both, tore open the door and found a portly man of fifty or so in a long-tailed red coat, a trim captain less than half that age, a stylish woman of perhaps thirty and a frilly girl that might have been twenty. The women claimed to be the wife and daughter of the general, although I doubted that from the first sight of them, and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 45 Skirmish

In May I reported that it seemed the British were getting concentrated down toward Amboy. Captain Foster decided that meant Philadelphia for sure, and I warned the ladies in Trenton to be prepared to run for it if Howe's big army came their way. It took me two pleasurable days and long nights to do that. Washington then moved down to some wooded hills in what the locals called the Watchung Mountains, to keep a closer eye on the British. While his much healthier and somewhat larger army dug...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 32 Arabella

It took me almost another week to make my report and find that Dan Morgan, Captain Foster and most of my fellow scouts were being pursued by Tarleton's legion in a hit and run series of fights and skirmishes. The British were hitting and we were running, deeper into the hills. By then, just after Christmas this was, Morgan had crossed the Broad River heading west, and, we found out a week later, Greene had moved the rest of his raggedy army, perhaps a thousand men, out of Charlotte and set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 47 Caught

Then Howe's big army just up and vanished. Captain Foster was fit to be tied and gelded. "What the hell do you mean, they're gone?" he yelled at me when I reported I could not find them. "Where did they go? When did they go? What the hell have you been doing? No, don' tell me." "I think they got on ships," I said. "I was all the way down to Hazlit before I ran into pickets and sentries. Fellow in a tavern said he had seen two hundred ships out in the bay. I asked him if he counted...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 33 Cowpens

That day, the 16th of January it was, I looked up the date, we found Tarleton's bunch only about five or six miles away and coming on pretty fast. Captain Foster said the army would be leaving Thicketty Creek and that Dan Morgan was looking for a place to stop running. He planned to stand and fight. I hurried back with my information while Reedy stayed to shadow the British and Tories. He never came back so I guessed he must have made a mistake somewhere. Morgan had camped near a low hill...

Rebel 1777Chapter 48 Ashore

Time passed slowly in my small cell. Rats came sniffing around now and then, and I got some bread and cheese every day. When we got down around the Delaware Capes a few days later, I guess it was around the first of August, they hauled me up on deck and took the chain off my ankles. I could barely see the shore line, and I guess they thought I would not try to swim for it. They were right. A big ship came out from Delaware Bay, and pretty soon flags were going up and down, and the sails of...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 34 Boning Jake

I was lying on my stomach near Arabella's cooking fire while she tended the three new wounds in my back, clucking her tongue over the long one where the spike was yanked loose as George killed the man who was sticking me. She began sewing up that place after dripping something she called "styptic juice" on all three. Stung like the very devil. "How are you?" asked a familiar voice. Jake sat on the log nearby, and I squinted up at her. "Tolerable," I told her as Arabella pulled...

Rebel 1777Chapter 49 Brandywine

Landenberg is just over the Line. My old commander Michael Cresap, may the Lord have mercy on his roisterous soul, would have sworn that it was in Maryland, but then he famously considered Philadelphia one of his state's prettiest towns. I am not sure whether it is Quaker or Lutheran, Tory or Patriot, but it was a fine and hospitable crossroads in September of 1777. The jovial landlord at the inn assured me that Philadelphia was still some twenty-five miles to the east and that Lancaster and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 50 Amanda

Captain Foster poked at my wounds, pronounced me healthy, and sent me into Philadelphia to listen and learn. I was back on the report-every-fortnight schedule that we had tried to use in New Jersey. Getting into Philadelphia was easy, but it was not always as simple to gather information and get it back out again. George Reedy and I went in together, but then separated. He was on a different schedule, and we did not see each other again until the spring. That was a good assignment for me...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 36 Dawn Again

I had one surprise on that miserable, wet trip north to fight again and that was the reappearance of Dawn, the white-skinned slave who I had bought and freed down near Ninety-Six. She showed up somewhere out in western Virginia one afternoon and reined in beside me while the men behind loudly cleared their throats in appreciation of her beauty. She was still wearing the dress I had bought her and had the shotgun strapped behind her saddle. A well-soaked blanket covered her shoulders, but her...

Rebel 1777Chapter 52 Sally

"We got us a new girl," Amanda said, putting down my beer and slapping my hand away from her dangling boobie. "See 'er over yonder? Big one, ain't she. Jus' yer size. Calls herself Sal, and she ain't swived none yet." As the crowd thinned and the inn-keeper began to hustle drunks from his place, I beckoned to the tall, young woman, and she came and sat beside me. "Mandy said you wanted to talk to me," she said. She sounded New Englandish, and she looked fine. Big and healthy,...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 38 Mina

I spotted the string of slaves marching down a parallel track about noon. They were on the dusty, fair-weather road while I stayed mostly in the shade. I tried three times to count them without getting very close and finally gave up and estimated twenty. They were roped together at the neck and had their hands tied before them. As far as I could tell from the trees, they were all women or young boys. Three of them were very light-skinned and one was surely white. They wore ragged dresses or...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 39 Lisa

It was also slaves that attracted me to the next farm, one that lay right along the road south. Three men stood out in the sun, their hands tied behind them and their black skin glistening with sweat. They were being half-heartedly guarded by a Redcoat who leaned against a tree in the shade. I decided to investigate, picketed my horse, grabbed my weapons and walked quietly behind the resting soldier. The slaves saw me coming, but he did not, and I grabbed him easily by the cross belts, pulled...

Rebel 1777Chapter 53 Widowmaker

No matter what Benjamin Franklin had to say about it later, the British certainly enjoyed themselves in Philadelphia that winter. I suppose General Howe was the most at ease, but few were suffering, except for the citizens whose property was destroyed or daughters were raped. The Hessians kept right on acting like Hessians, but the young English officers had a round of balls, parties and theatricals. They thronged the Indian Queen and staged drunken orgies at the Cockpit and the Grapes. Their...

Rebel 1777Chapter 54 Error

In Philadelphia life was pretty dull, generally, but I did have one narrow escape, my own randy fault, of course. You would think I could occasionally ignore trouble, but this was really unavoidable. One cold night, as I was leaving a river-front tavern, I heard squeals from an alleyway and turned to investigate. Except for Magda's knife, I was weaponless, but I had seldom run into armed men around the taverns except for sailors and the passing patrols. All I could see was a flurry of white...

Rebel 1777Chapter 56 Chrissie Again

I was lounging about near a tobacconist when someone kicked me in the back of the knee with a very pointed toe. When I spun about I found a smiling young woman with nearly-white hair and a lush body packed into a tight-fitting dress of black. She was veiled, gloved and booted in black so I assumed she was a widow. "Ha," she said, arms akimbo, "y'don' remember me. I could 'ave bit off your stupid cod if I'd vished." I looked down at her, admiring her fine body and searched my memory...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 43 May 1781

Three days later I introduced Mercy to Captain Foster. He made a nod toward her, but was slow to take her hand. "She wants to join up," I said. "She can shoot and ride, and she ain't dumb." "You willing to go live with the enemy?" Foster asked as he resumed his chair behind his littered desk. "Why'" she said, looking at me, worried, pulling her tattered dress together between her plump breasts and sitting up extra straight. "Best way to find out what they're up to," the...

Rebel 1777Chapter 58 Artesia

I also found Artesia in the city, now proudly-wed to a long-time suitor, who was, much to my surprise, a high ranking Tory functionary. She had rejected her hastily betrothed and dubiously patriotic, pseudo-diplomatic fiancé. I do not think that the dark-haired beauty cared a whit for politics, but she certainly did enjoy wine, wealth and swiving. And she enjoyed herself and being loved and cared for. Willful was the word for Artesia, and she almost always had her way. I saw her one day in...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 44 The Trap

We found Captain Foster at Spencer's Ordinary, not far from the Chickahominy, and also found that we had missed a pretty nasty fight between Simcoe's rangers, who had been out raiding a supply depot, and some of Lafayette's men under Colonel Butler. Butler, Captain Foster told us, had lost a couple of dozen men but thought he had cost Simcoe twice that, forcing him to withdraw to Williamsburg where Cornwallis had his main force camped. "They're laying a trap," Mercy said, "that's...

Rebel 1777Chapter 59 Erina

Erina's tall house on the river had to be one of the biggest and grandest in the area. I went to the out buildings, of course, and asked the servants about their mistress, getting a series of very different responses but mostly good ones. No one called her haughty or mean-spirited. "You should see her in the morning when she rides with the wild mop of fiery hair flying behind her," said one of the black grooms. "And astride she is," said another, "digging her heels into the poor...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 45 Lotty

Missy and Martha fussed over the wound on the back of my thigh as if they were discussing a supper dish that failed to come out of the oven looking exactly right. It bothered me some to lie there in Charlotte's cottage, on a bed where I had romped and rogered more times than I could count, especially since I was lying on my stomach with my bare ass in the breeze. "Well, it looks pretty good, considering," Martha said, rubbing something on the healing wound. "Look at all this red here,...

Rebel 1777Chapter 60 Waif

The well-dressed man was fifty or so, very rich and well thought of in his circle. He had on occasion been a source of useful information and he was, several people told me, a sodomite and pervert of the worst kind. That sort of behavior, I was sure, would help him get along with the leaders of the British military. He had invited me to his home, showed me into his paneled library, given me a glass of port, and sat me in a comfortable chair. "I have something else to show you," he said...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 46 Frances

In Richmond, I had the pleasure of meeting one of that area's true belles and of spending much of a busy night in her company. She was introduced to me by one of Von Steuben's aides at a dinner for Captain Foster and several other officers. I was standing outside, supposedly on guard duty, smoking a pipe and keeping an eye on the stable area, when a sad-eyed captain appeared with this frilly, dark-eyed young lady on his arm, chattering away like a magpie. He seemed more than happy to leave...

Rebel 1777Chapter 61 Bride

If it had not been the girl's wedding day, I might not have felt so awkward, peeling her clothes from her lush body as we stood beside what was to have been her marriage bed. Her would-be husband, a foul Tory with a notorious reputation was now on his way north, bound and gagged, to what I hoped would be a long and painful questioning and then a short dance at the end of a stout rope. His brand-new and never-used wife, the former Louisa Maria Farnsworth of the Philadelphia Farnsworths, was...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 47 summer 1781

A week later after seeing what the roaming bands of Tories had done along Stony Creek and meeting with the Reverend Mr. Craig at what was left of his mill on Flat Rock Creek, I turned back toward Richmond, disgusted with myself and with human nature. Tarleton and his men had trampled crops, burned homes and barns, dumped animal bodies into wells, left young men's rotting corpses dangling from trees and young women lying violated and distraught. James Craig seemed more angry about being...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 48 At Smiley s

I headed back toward Richmond and made Smiley's tavern my first stop. I had spent restful two days there earlier and enjoyed myself memorably although I never learned much of any use. Smiley himself was long dead but his young widow ran the place with the help of her two nubile daughters and one mature and considerate prostitute by the name of Jenny. I had managed to bed all four of them during my previous visit and looked forward to trying my luck again. They also had a couple of slaves,...

Rebel 1777Chapter 62 Minerva

She walked past me as if I did not exist and went straight to the big fireplace. She unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it loose, squeezed some of the water out of its long tail and flapped it toward the warmth. Her long skirt was also black and heavy with water and dripping on the hearth stones. I dragged my old wool shirt out of the saddle bag beside me, yelled, "Here y'go," at her and threw the shirt in her direction. She turned and bent to retrieve it, unconscious of the fine view of her...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 49 Mistaken

On the road toward Richmond again, I passed a farm where some nice-looking work animals were grazing in a field by the road. I could hardly believe that anyone in this area had any horses left, so I went in to investigate. A young black girl answered my knock and called her mistress to the front door. The woman, dressed for work with an apron and cap, was a very handsome matron of thirty-five or so. I told her that I was concerned that roving bands of British and Tory raiders might fall on...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 51 Carlotta

My next stop was a school the voracious Maria had told me about, and I never would have found it without her directions. There was a two-story, frame structure of some size and several outbuildings including what I assumed were slave quarters. The "Academy," as it was styled was a school for young ladies, and, as I soon found out, it was for very loyal young ladies whose parents were all rich, Tidewater Tories. When I rode in, the girls were out disporting themselves on the green, watched...

Rebel 1777Chapter 64 Widowing

I recall that we were on the third floor of one of the better Philadelphia taverns and that I had just finished serving a buxom wench so thoroughly that she lay half off the bed, begging for surcease, her shift bunched at her neck, head almost touching the stained floorboards, dugs fully exposed and sagging up toward her chin, hairy quim gushing gobs of fluids, when I heard noises from the next room of a different kind of passion. There were vile curses, scuffling, sharp blows or slaps, and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 65 Daughter

The general must have known about his slim daughter's randy inclinations for the first thing her did on arriving for his inspection was to have guards placed around the house he had commandeered. Foster's company got the detail since we were basically unemployed at the time, and we stood four-hour watches, shooing off amorous subalterns and wondering about the prize they sought. The third evening of this duty, I heard a "Hist, soldier," and turned to find a tall, young woman standing in...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 53 Renata

I heard them before I saw them, a small party of Redcoats coming my way, trotting up the road from the broad valley, jingling and jangling. I turned off into the woods and watched them pass, two dragoons ahead, then a large officer and a young woman riding side-saddle and two more horsemen. None of them seemed particularly alert, and the officer wore enough gold braid to make him interesting so I trailed after them to see if they would give me a chance to get closer. About an hour before...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 55 Frances Again

By the time I got back to Richmond, everything had been moved over to the peninsula, way down toward Gloucester Point and, I was told, Point Comfort although that turned out to be wrong. I found Captain Foster, reported what little I knew, and was told that Tarleton had returned before I had and that some of his men were now involved in fortifying York and Gloucester and raiding the countryside on both sides of the York River. Captain Foster said he had sent most of his men out after...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 57 Mickey

I reported back to Captain Foster and requested leave for a week, saying my wounds had been acting up. Real trouble was I could not stop thinking of Mercy and seeing her torn body in my dreams. He told me to stay away from Pamela and wrote me out a pass, reminding me that General Washington and a French general were expected soon. Neither Missy nor her daughter was overly happy to see me. Missy was entertaining a white-bearded gentleman in a long-tailed coat, old-fashioned wig and high boots...

Rebel 1777Chapter 67 Pris Nan

Some time in that period, we ambushed a raiding party that had taken some civilian prisoners or perhaps hostages; I'm not sure I know the difference now. There was an officer on a bay horse, eight or ten redcoated soldiers with tall-fronted hats on foot and perhaps a dozen adults and three or four children walking along with them, hands tied behind them. We counted only three men, all white haired. It made for a problem since we surely did not want to hit the citizen-prisoners in our first...

Rebel 1777Chapter 68 Gentlewoman

The woman looked at the note I gave her, then looked at me, twitched her nose and looked at the note again. Her home was a large, wooden farmhouse with several ells and many outbuildings near the river that I had been taught was called something like Skoolkull. "You are," she said at last, folding my note into her pocket of her apron, "the largest, smelliest, dirtiest man I have seen in a long time. If you will go wash yourself, and your clothes as well, and your hair, lord help us, how...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 59 Prisoners

Everything had changed when I returned to Williamsburg, a now almost-deserted town. Some 3,000 French soldiers were camped around Jamestown, commanded by a marquis called St. Simon who had put them, I was told, under Lafayette's leadership despite being a major general himself. Washington and his army and the other French force had not arrived, but the French fleet filled the mouth of the James and blockaded the York. Other troops were expected any day, thousands of them. Then on the morning...

Rebel 1777Chapter 69 Emissary

Our biggest catch of the winter was a civilian, a British functionary and peace envoy of some sort who made the mistake of crossing Jersey in his carriage without much of an escort. George and I saw the coach and four from a mile or more off and just had to go investigate. After all, it might have been the paymaster. Two dragoons trotted in front and another sat by the driver with a short musket between his knees, but that was all the protection we could see so we decided to have a go at...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 60 George RIP

I missed seeing General Washington and the French officers arrive in all their splendor, but then I had seen the Old Fox briefly up at Trenton in the snow and later at Monmouth in the heat, where his colorfully coarse vocabulary had impressed me. I knew what he looked like. Besides Gloria and I were much too busy, deeply involved you might say. She was a well-practiced swiver of uncertain years who knew that she was good at what she did for a living. Full of moans and groans, fake shivers...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 61 Nan

An hour later, after I had described several times to many officers that indeed the British seemed to be abandoning their outer defenses, Jamey Dillon, the blacksmith, and I were aboard a old wagon urging its mule to hurry west toward Williamsburg where I was sure Captain Foster's people could get us some horses. I had shed the green coat but kept the musket and ammunition. The smith had pried the left cuff from my wrist, but I was still wearing the other and the length of chain. We spent...

Rebel 1777Chapter 70 Emma Again

As I had promised, when I had the opportunity, I went to see how Emma was doing in her new life, hoping for the best since I felt an obligation toward the woman. Mrs. Scott and her ancient mother both greeted me warmly, praised the young woman's diligence and quick wit, and called her from her work in the well-lit back room that had windows on three sides. Emma squealed when she saw me and ran into my arms, jumping to my shoulders. I was a bit embarrassed, but soon took her off for a meal,...

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