Chapter Twenty
“Oh?” Archer looked at the man sitting across from him and wondered what they could possibly have in common.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, but you seem to have loved the adventure of army life.”
“I did. I have to admit the fighting was not at all appealing, though. I resigned my commission as quickly as I could. Did you do the same?”
“No. I didn’t mind the fighting. I liked the glory of it,” Pennyston admitted. “I deliberately petitioned for a transfer to where I knew I’d see some action.”
“And did you?”
“I have the scar to prove it,” Pennyston said dryly.
“So what made you return?” Archer asked. “Or are you simply here for a short time and then going back?”
“I am here for good. I was injured and sent home.” Pennyston leaned forward into the light.
“I’m sorry to hear—” Arc
