At the Dunbar House, four men sat at the dining table. Earl sat at the head with James and McCauley on his right. The guest sat on the left by himself. Their guest was a surprise to Earl; he had expected a larger man. Timothy Bradford had the face of a boy, was skinny with a pale complexion. An unruly cowlick ruined any look of neatness to his carefully combed red hair. Earl thought James and McCauley were pulling a prank on him, and had been ready to rip their asses as soon as their guest left.
That was before Timothy Bradford began to speak. He told them that he was twenty-eight years old and had been a lieutenant of Marines for eight years. He was competent at directing combat aboard ships, knew about cannon, and best of all, he was familiar with Gatling Guns. As he talked, Earl began
