UNITED STATES, NOVEMBER 1865
“Helen?” Jack stared at her in some confusion. “What the devil are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same.” Helen was smiling. “Last I heard you were in Ireland.”
“It"s a long story,” Jack said, shaking his head.
“Is this gentleman Captain Jack Windrush?” O"Mahony asked.
“This is Captain Jack Windrush,” Helen replied seriously. “I have known him for many years.”
Opening the top drawer of his desk, O"Mahony pulled out a bundle of newspapers. “I have read the reports of your court-martial in half a dozen British newspapers,” he said. “You helped a Fenian escape.”
“That would be Corporal Riordan,” Jack said.
“You got rather a harsh sentence for that act.”
“Yes,” Jack agreed. “I have no great love for the British army.”
O"Mahony nodded. “I can appreci
