Chapter 4
The words tumbled from Andy in a rush. Relief and fear twisted in his heart, making him sick. “What are you doing here? In a Federal uniform, no less? Your last letter said St. Louis…”
“That was years ago,” Sam said with a breathless laugh. His hands clenched in Andy’s gray shirt, holding him close.
Andy caught those hands in his. They were cold, so cold, and he tried to rub warmth back into the strong fingers. “How the hell did you get caught up in this damn war, too? And for the North? Sam.” The questions tumbled out in a rush and Sam laughed again, a sound that still managed to make Andy grin foolishly after all this time. “I’ve prayed for you and now you’re here. Here! Lord God. Maybe my men were right, maybe you are a ghost and you aren’t really here at all—”
Sam cut
