4Near Nashville, Tennessee
“It’s time to move out. The Colonel is already angry—said we should’ve been marching an hour ago.” Bryan’s voice held a note of apology as he gave them the news.
Sophia shivered from the icy chill covering her skin as well as his words. She stared out at the sleeping landscape, now covered in a thick white glaze. n***d shrubs and skeletal trees hovered on both sides of the thin dirt trail, but gave little shelter against the harsh sting of the bitter December wind. The stark surroundings seemed quite fitting for what she and the Cherokee had already experienced since leaving Fort Wool one week ago. She couldn’t help but wonder if the government had known the severity of this year’s winter conditions, would they have provided more supplies? Did they even care wh
