The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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militia converged on the back corner of the house.
There was more musket fire. Men screamed and she
smelt the pleasant aroma of gun powder wafting in
the warm afternoon air. A stark contrast to the melee
erupting behind her house.
And then she thought of Hannah. The little
girl would be returning from the brook, headed home
down a trail toward the back of the homestead. Sarah
ran to the corner of an outbuilding twenty feet from
the fray. She scanned the woods for Hannah. The little
girl was standing along the tree line, apparently frozen
from the skirmish.
Sarah looked and saw militia scattered over
the ground. There were two Hessians battling hand
to hand with Thomas and a few others in the midst
of the fallen bodies. Many of them hacked apart so
badly portions of their limbs were dismembered. The
Hessians were soiled and their uniforms soaked in the
claret stains. Sarah recognized a couple of the wounds.
A shudder of trepidation ran through her.
***
All gunfire had ceased. The taller Hessian held
his bayonet on one hand wielded the butt of his pistol
in the other like a serendipitous hammer. Thomas assaulted
him with the Cutlass, hacking at the Hessians
limbs, legs and shoulders, whenever possible. Jeb and
the only remaining soldier wrestled the gaunt faced
Hessian to the ground.
She heard the sound of pistol fire and the soldier
dropped to the ground.
Thomas drove the Cutlass into the chest of the
tall Hessian. The glossy metallic tip punched through