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Peshawar July 1863 Peshawar. The last city before the Frontier and the final outpost of British rule; East of Peshawar stretched the hot Indian plains; West of Peshawar spread some of the most dangerous territory on the face of the Earth. The very name meant Frontier Town. Jack reined up Colwall, his brown gelding, to survey the city. Allowing the dust of his passage to settle, he watched as a long caravan of camels plodded majestically out of the city gate. The caravan headed into India, with the camel bells tinkling, and the merchants eyeing Windrush with bold curiosity. If this had been India proper, Jack would have expected a salaam or two, an obsequious greeting. Here, so close to the Frontier, such things did not happen. These men were not inclined to be servile to anybody, much le