Jeff Mann books

Purgatory: A Novel of the Civil War

I sit in the camp chair; he sits cross-legged at my feet. I offer no information; he asks for none. He has the bullwhip to endure today, so what Sarge said this morning I’ll relay some other time. I dribble honey on the pone and hold it to his lips. He thanks me, chews, and gulps coffee. Outside,...