CANADA, JUNE 1866
Fraser sipped from his silver hip-flask, smiled and offered Jack a drink.
“Thank you,” Jack accepted gratefully. “I needed that. Was the ambush your idea?”
“Not mine,” Fraser said. “That was Colonel Ferguson. He knew the Green Company would come this way, so he prepared accordingly.” Taking back the flask, Fraser sipped again and returned it to an inside pocket. “Local knowledge is invaluable in this sort of business.”
“That"s true.” Jack surveyed the prisoners as they sat in a disconsolate group under the watchful gaze of the volunteers. “Well, if the Fenian threat is all finished now, I can get home. My wife will be missing me.”
Fraser nodded. “That may be so. In the mean time, we"ll extract as much intelligence from the prisoners as we can.“ He shrugged. “Although
