Chapter 8
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1777
His horse was spent. Christian felt sorry for the creature. If he’d been able to make the entire trip on foot, old Trigger Finger here would have gotten several days’ rest instead of two hard rides and a lot of standing around in the forest--with plenty of food and water, of course.
Christian sent his horse to the stable before making his way to General Washington’s headquarters. General Gates hadn’t had anything specific to say in return, only that the orders would be carried out and that his trusted advisor had concurred that the ground Captain Henry had chosen was fine ground indeed.
As he made his way to the house where Washington was staying, a flutter of skirts caught his eye. He turned to see a familiar face and wished he hadn’t looked
