"There"s another one." O"Neill mouthed the words silently, nodding to the tall Russian who stood conveniently on the skyline. "That"s the third picket within half a mile. Johnny Russ is keeping this area as tight as a virgin in a brothel."
Jack nodded and crawled back down the rocky ridge. His dozen men were waiting, lying in a circle facing outward, Minie rifles loaded. After the Redan battle, the authorities had refused Jack"s request for the new Enfields; the 113th was still well down the pecking order for the latest equipment. In a way he was glad that his request had been denied; his men had trained on the Minie, they were used to the way the rifles handled and, save for Fletcher, were all as good shots as any in the army. He would retain the Minies until his men had time to train pr
