Chapter 10
Over the years, Steve Marriott had often thought of the boy who’d marched at his side, who’d beat the drum as the men charged into battle. He’d regarded Sharps with fondness and a great deal of pride, as well as gratitude for saving his life at Sharpsburg, where he’d given the boy the nickname that went through the rest of the war with him. However, Steve hadn’t been pleased when he’d learned some of his men had taken the boy to a whorehouse. Steve didn’t think of himself as a prude, but Sharps had only been fourteen at the time, and it made sense that Steve would dislike the idea. Although to be truthful, he himself had been a year older when his father had taken him to a brothel in Baltimore. He hadn’t enjoyed it as much as Sharps seemed to have.
After the 14th Brooklyn must
