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Claudette touched MacKim’s sleeve as he entered the Rangers’ barracks. “You’re back,” she said softly.
“I’m back,” MacKim agreed.
“And all your men.”
“They’re not my men. I’m only a sergeant.”
“I know your rank,” Claudette said.
“Should you not be hiding?” MacKim hissed. “You know the general’s orders about Canadian civilians!”
“There will be a battle tomorrow.” Claudette ignored MacKim’s words. Her eyes were shielded as if she did not wish MacKim to read her thoughts or her emotions.
“I believe so.” MacKim nodded. He slumped onto his cot with Claudette a few steps behind.
“Your General Murray is preparing for a battle.”
MacKim nodded again. “The French will attack the same wall we came for last year, and General Murray will take out the garrison to defend the city, as Montcal
