Chapter 8, Rachel:Inside the picket, her plan was simple yet thin. She would find the commander and volunteer to join his ranks. What a stupid plan. Elaborate, drawn-out schemes were not her forte. Like most problems in life, this one called for action. She assumed any leader of fighting men like this should… would applaud her motivation and skills. He would be an i***t not to allow her to show her skills.
Plop a homestead or farm down in this glade, and the scene would turn peaceful, maybe even beautiful. However, this encampment screamed of worn-down and barely functional utility. From a distance, the camp looked impressive. The closer she approached, the more the threadbare distress became evident.
Concealed at the edge of the clearing, she counted forty shabby patched tents arranged
