Charlotte Riley met his gaze, unflinching. "I came to make sure my husband is all right!"
"He would be more all right knowing that you"re safe!" Jack said. "Now get out of the firing line and keep out of trouble."
"They"re coming again!" That was O"Neill"s voice.
The Russians had reorganised, and the survivors of the first wave joined the second in attacking the redoubt. There were perhaps five hundred bayonets, five hundred men determined to fight for their Holy Soil.
"This fight is not won yet," O"Neill said.
"It will be." Snodgrass had returned.
"That"s Major Kutuzov in the middle of the Cossacks," Jack tried to point him out as the 113th settled in to fire at the now-advancing Russians.
"The fellow we captured and released," Snodgrass said. "Perhaps being gentlemen is not always
