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Fort Daniels, 27 March 1871
A crowd gathered around the wagon from town, which carried the last round of telegrams, mail, and most importantly, newspapers.
Claire clutched Chad’s hand. Would the nail-biting days waiting to see if that last battle and La Reine had accomplished what was needed be over? The cries of the wounded in the flames still haunted her dreams.
The driver tossed a paper down into the crowd, and Bryce snagged it with his one hand, his eyes widening when he read the headline.
“Confederates surrender in face of new weapon developed by Union and destruction of Fort Temperance! A decade of war ends!”
Patrick led the men in a “hip hip, hurrah!” cheer, and Claire and Chad kissed. Of course they knew about the fort. Private Greely and the other prisoners had made it ou
