The almost full moon illuminated the high clouds, which cast strange shadows that scudded over the bluffs. The landscape looked alive, and Chad hoped he could mimic the motion so he seemed part of it. He stayed away from the few trees left because they could hold snipers that would take a shot at anything that looked suspicious. By the time he crossed the border, he was sweating under the helmet and cape, but he dared not remove them.
On the Confederate side, the terrain became rougher, and he had to tread carefully lest he turn his ankle in a mole hole or dried stream bed. Something glinted in one he crossed, and he turned back and investigated. He found a pair of spectacles. One of the lenses had a crack down the center, but they were otherwise in good shape, and he recognized them as C
