Tales From a Revolution: Virginia

Maimed in battle, Nathaniel doesn’t think that he’ll ever feel like a whole man again. When he finds himself trapped behind enemy lines at the siege that will change American history, though, he finds everything that’s been missing and more.
Nathaniel Wooster never saw which of the advancing Redcoats fired the shot that hit him. The line of enemy horsemen had come close enough to become individual men with distinct features, expressions, and even voices before his commander had given the shouted order to fire.
READ MOREJust after his musket roared in his ear and kicked back into his shoulder, Nathaniel felt as though he'd been punched hard on the arm that supported the wooden stock. The sensation honestly confused him at first, until he realized that his hand would no longer hold the weight of his weapon. He watched the precious musket tumble to the ground from his suddenly insensate fingers even as his knees began to feel weak.
Before he'd even had time to register the pain of the wound, however, the British line was on them, sabers flashing among the hapless American militiamen who still stood. Though they'd been drilled and trained to regard themselves as soldiers, most of them were hardly more than farmers or tradesmen, and none of them had any sense of how to defend themselves against a yard of brilliant, biting steel, descending to slice and tear flesh.
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