Chapter 30
There should be a law against the weather being so beautiful when you have to deliver news like this, Steve Marriott thought.
He hated what he was about to do, but Tom Pettigrew had been his friend, and it was only right that he bring the news to Tom’s family.
Friendships were made fast in these times, because everyone knew they were as likely to end as quickly.
What God awful luck, to be shot down in the very battle that ended this god-forsaken war. One hundred and eighty Union soldiers killed, and Tom had to be one of them. He had been charging forward when a rifle ball went through his thigh and into his horse, shattering the mare’s shoulder and causing her to somersault and throw Tom, something Steve had never seen happen to the expert horseman. By the time Steve reached
