“Please! I didn't have a choice. They would have killed me if I didn't do it!”
“Do what?” Sergeant Loyod demanded. “Do what god damnit?”
“The Confederates have been entrenched in this town since I've been here. They pulled me out of the saloon on my first night, beat the hell out of me, cut my chest with a knife and they swore they would cut my balls off if I didn't cooperate!”
“What did you do Howard?” Sergeant Loyod asked with his thumb pressed against the man's left eye. Loyod pushed harder and harder into Howards skull as he screamed in absolute pain.
“They made me recruit for them and give them Union supplies!” he confessed.
“Why didn't you report this? We could have sent help, cleaned the town out?” Sergeant Howard shook his head repeatedly as blood trickled down his face.
“No.
