“Don’t think you are escaping from routine duties,” MacKim warned. “Life is tough in the wilderness.”
MacKim did not know from where Lindsay found the uniforms, but within a week, each man of Lindsay’s Rangers, as the garrison termed them, wore a mottled green-and-white uniform to make him less visible against the snow. While most of the men looked at their new attire with some distaste, for British soldiers wore proud scarlet, others approved.
“Now the Frenchies won’t see us in the forest,” a youngster named Ramsay said.
“That’s the idea,” MacKim agreed.
“All right, men,” Lindsay addressed his Rangers after ten days of intermittent training. “We are beginning operations tonight.” He gave a rare smile. “As you know, the French have been active against our outposts across the St Charles
