I could have shot Wooler in the forest, MacKim thought. I could have ended this agony and claimed Priscilla for myself. He sighed and stamped his feet to restore some warmth. After six weeks at Fort Stanwix, he was familiar with his surroundings. That animal howled again, closer to the fort. MacKim peered into the dark. Perhaps the defenders should put torches out there; a dozen or so lamps a hundred yards out would make it easier for the sentries to see if any enemy was approaching. MacKim sighed; standing sentinel was undoubtedly one of the most tedious duties for a soldier, but it allowed him to be alone, and to think.
I could have shot Wooler in the forestI could have ended this agony and claimed Priscilla for myself.“Corporal Gunn!” That was Urquhart’s voice, further along the parape
