“We lost six men and an officer,” Smith said as they retired slowly towards Ibeka, “but I’d guess we accounted for at least two hundred of the enemy.”
Andrew nodded and closed his eyes, seeing the sights and sounds of his first battle again.
I killed a man today, he thought. Maybe more than one man. I do not know how many.
I killed a man today, Maybe more than one man. I do not know how many.Impressions of the battle returned to him. That unfortunate policeman, as the Galeka pounced on him, assegais stabbing. The tribesman he had shot and how the Snider bullet sent him spinning backwards. The spear that missed him by a couple of inches and thrummed into the tree.
“You’re a veteran now.” Smith broke into Andrew’s thoughts.
“I don’t feel like a veteran,” Andrew said. He touched the gold
