As flurries of snow heralded the beginning of winter, Roberts halted his force a mile from the Peiwar Kotal and sent out scouting parties towards the Afghan position.
“Now"s your chance, Windrush,” Roberts said. “You know this kind of territory, and you"re one of my most experienced officers. Take a patrol forward and see what"s happening.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jack pointed to Harcourt. “You"re with me, Harcourt. You too, Awalmir, and I"ll take some Sikh cavalry. We know how much they love the Afghans.”
The Sikhs and Afghans were traditional enemies, so Jack knew the Sikhs would watch Awalmir without any orders from him. He trotted forward with his men at his back and the old, familiar feelings rising within him. Despite his intense knowledge of the horrors of war, there was a vivacious thrill
