"Tell us, how are the city militia boys keepin' up?" Cordia's father asked, a large piece of pot roast poised on his fork as he asked Carey Adams questions about the war over dinner.
Carey chewed a bit before answering. "Very well, sir," he replied. "We are in fine shape to hold off even the most deliberate of guerrilla raiders. Why, I assure you, even Quantrill himself would not be able to step foot within our city limits without our forces crushing him and his men. Not even the army of Gen. Grant would stand a chance against our fine Lamar fighting troops," he continued, his chest puffing with pride.
Cordia couldn't help but snicker. "Do you mean the same Gen. Grant who has Braxton Bragg and his forces high-tailing it to Chattanooga? That must be quite some force of farmers and merchan
