*Sam*
“Walker!” Smith calls for me as the Rebs advance.
The gunfire is relentless, and everything in front of me is a blur. “Reloading!” I tell him, hoping he hears me. It’s a struggle to get the cartridge in with shaky fingers as bullets fly all around me. Finally, I get it loaded and pound the ramrod as fast as I can so I can get another shot off at the advancing Rebs.
Suddenly, Smith is right beside me. “The Goddamn Rebs are trying to flank us. See the ones crawling up the rocks over there?”
I look, but it’s impossible for me to see anything from this angle. My nerves rattle as cannon fire erupts, adding to the uproar that seems to be coming from all around me.
“There, Walker!” He’s close enough that I can follow where he’s pointing, but all I see is dust and smoke. I shoot into
