“Alright Private. Move us out.”
“Yes Sergeant.” I banged on the skin and gave the command to march forward. Leather reins snapped and cracked in the morning air and over one hundred horses moved together in a slow mass down a winding dirt road. I swung the drum down to my side and out of the way of my pistol in case I needed to get to it quickly. Two more days of riding before we made it to Williamsburg. I felt fortunate not to be amongst the men in the Infantry who spent all day and night on their feet. Abigail was my savior indeed and as far as I was concerned the finest damn quarter horse in the Union.
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Despite my best hopes the day did not pass quickly as we sweat like railroad workers clear through our blue uniforms. Every now and then we would pass some Federal men marching i
