Chapter 7
Saratoga, New York, 1777
Grass, leaves, and snapped twigs flew into the air as Christian’s boots flew over farmland, interspersed with heavily wooded areas, plenty of small and wider streams, and whatever else Mother Nature had to throw in his direction. He had no time to stop and stare at his surroundings. The message he held in his pocket for General Horatio Gates was of utter importance. General George Washington had not said as much when he’d dispatched Christian to take it to the other leader, but there was no need to explain. If Captain Christian Henry were asked to deliver a message, it had to be important.
He’d left his horse tied to a tree in the middle of a thick woods just a few miles from where General Washington was currently stationed in Pennsylvania. With Genera
