Chapter 9Claire
The general didn’t look like much of a soldier. He was more carpenter or high school shop teacher material. He didn’t even wear a uniform, and was instead clad in a red flannel shirt and well-worn blue jeans. But the hard look in the depths of his gentle eyes, the small scar on his collarbone and the two small braids in his beard told me otherwise.
His gaze was direct, but kind.
“I wanted to welcome you to Fort Snow in person, Ms. Munroe. I understand your journey here was rather harrowing.”
“Yes, it had its moments.” I felt like I was in the principal’s office, for crying out loud. Why did I feel so nervous?
I cleared my throat. “I was wondering if you could tell me how that young woman is doing?”
He looked puzzled for a moment.
“Young woman? Ah, you must mean the c
