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The spyglass gave Tommy a good view of the black-coats. He estimated at least eight dozen camped just beyond the swamp at the base of Hebar’s Hill. They were setting up tents in neat, little rows. If he wasn’t mistaken, several of those men wore epaulettes that marked them as officers. This looked like a campaign.
Lowering the spyglass, Tommy squinted into the distance. “Trouble,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Big, big trouble.”
Miri stood at his side on the hilltop, clasping her chin as she assessed the situation. “Big, big trouble,” she agreed. “They showed up an hour ago and made camp.”
“Is there any chance they aren’t here for us?” Zoe asked. She was stooped under a tree branch, watching the distant army like a cornered cat. “Maybe they’re on their way to Hedrovan or something.
