"I"ve been riding since I could walk," Jack said and closed his mouth. He had to keep distance between himself and the other ranks. He was their officer, not their friend.
"Qui est ce?" The challenge rang out loud across the restless horses.
"Qui est ce"Ami!" Jack thought it best to answer at once. He didn"t want a nervous sentry firing a shot and starting a battle. Stepping forward, he allowed the French to see his uniform. What was the penalty for an officer stealing from an ally? Probably cashiering at least, plus a hefty jail sentence.
"They"re loose, sir." Hitchins whispered in broad Shropshire. "Eighteen of the best."
"Wait until this Frenchy has gone."
"The wagons are ready." Logan kept back from the horses. "If that thing kicks me, I"ll do for it!"
"It"s harmless, Logan," Jac
