Burkhead The wind howled down off the mountain, blowing snow into Talisa’s eyes. She pulled her ice-encrusted scarf higher over her face and held up a hand to block the tiny frozen daggers. On the slope below the few remaining people of her household struggled single file through the knee deep...
"Look," Kreg said, "a group robs a caravan of provisions for the enemy's soldiers, and what they can't take they burn. The soldiers get hungry and don't fight as well, perhaps they even desert. The enemy draws troops from the front to search for the guerillas. Either way, you have fewer to fig...