Ladies, whose bright eyes,
Ladies, whose bright eyes,Rain influence, and judge the prize
Rain influence, and judge the prizeJohn Milton
“Purchase as many camels and mules as possible, Quartermaster,” Jack spoke from behind his desk. “We’ll need all the transport we can muster when Gordon arrives with his refugees.”
“I’ll do what I can, sir,” the Quartermaster promised.
Jack leaned back in his chair and lit a cheroot. I’ll have to be careful with the cheroots, he thought. I brought a limited supply, and I doubt the bazaar sells any. He looked at the piles of paper on his desk. The higher the ranks he climbed, the more his job seemed less soldiering and more administrator. Jack looked up as somebody tapped on his door.
I’ll have to be careful with the cheroots, I brought a limited supp
