“Listen men, I need you in these trenches to put down some fire. The infantryman are tired and worn from battle. They will be slow to get down the road and if we don't hold back the Rebs just a little longer they'll run up on us and try to cut every last one of them down.”
“But Sergeant…”
“What is it Michaels?”
“There's only a dozen of us. We don't even have any cannons. How are we gonna to hold them back?” Sergeant Loyod rubbed his bushy beard and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“We just are Michaels. We're not going to stay here long. Just long enough to let them know there's still some danger in advancing. You got those Henry's, time to put'em to work. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sergeant!” We said in unison.
“Good. Now get your horses to lay flat and get your asses in the berms. I w
