Gideon worked his way out to a spot close to the rail on the crowded decks where he could see the water flowing past them. He aimed to be where he could jump into the river if the Confederates surprised them with a cannonball to the broadsides. It didn’t matter that he’d never been that good of a swimmer. His swimming would be better than his sinking with the boat. Jake White laughed at him. “You won’t get a chance to swim. You’re right out here where the sharpshooters can pick you off.” “No Rebel can shoot that good.” Gideon looked toward the riverbank. It wasn’t actually all that far away. And some of the Rebels were fair shots when they had time to take aim. Sitting up in the trees along the river, they might have plenty of time to steady their shots. “Leastways they haven’t shot good enough to hit me yet,” he added without quite as much confidence in his voice. “We’ve had the luck of the Irish so far.”
What do You think about Christmas At Harmony Hill?
