The lone rider leaned sideways in the saddle as he approached the Sherpur cantonment. Blood trickled from the horse to land with a steady drip on the hard-packed snow.
“That"s one of our men,” Sergeant Peebles said. “Private Broughton of A Company.”
“One of my mounted infantry,” Jack said. “He was with Gifford.” As he spoke, he left the wall and strode to the gate, shouting for the surgeon.
Jack reached Broughton just as he slipped from the saddle to land in a heap on the ground.
“In you come, son.” The surgeon was only a few steps behind Jack. “Could you give me a hand here, Windrush?”
Between them, they carried Broughton into the medical quarters and laid him on a bed. “He"s been shot and stabbed,” the surgeon said.
“Broughton!” Jack said. “Where are the rest of the men? Where are
