The reddish tinge reflecting off the scattered clouds promised a brilliant day. Hannah watched it from her bedroom window. A peaceful night’s sleep had eluded her. Last night’s experiences replayed constantly in her head every time she closed her eyes. A knock on her door ...
Days passed before she talked. She clung to Giles. In her sleep, she called out for those not around—her father, Mother Agnes…Marcus. She cried and Giles held her. Dreams of Cora haunted her. She would wake screaming. Giles slept upon a chair and would soothe her. He would...
He gave a brief thought that his father would be proud, but other than that, he cared little for his decorations. His concentration lay on his command, the Itasca, and their mission. A consumed man, he lived for battle. New Orleans had fallen swiftly, but Vicksburg had bee...