Turn's Tories (Bee)

[faithfulguardian]

The woods had fallen silent some moments ago. No birds sang, no squirrels chattered, the only sound Danny could hear was that of her own heartbeat and the soft breathing of the men that lay to either side of her. She rested her cheek on the stock of her rifle and sighted down the barrel, waiting for something to step into its range. She and Eliza had been traveling with Major Rogers for a few weeks now, in hopes of meeting the man that slipped him his information. They had both decided a life of espionage suited them well enough, especially since they were already proficient in disguises.

She glanced at the Scot that waited beside her, he lay a few yards off, his eyes scanning the forest floor below them. on the other side was Pete, the old man who always had a pipe stuck between his teeth, lit or otherwise. right now it rested against his lips and hung upside down to remind him not to pull on it. Beyond him she could see Eliza lower on the ridge they waited on.

Far off a horse snorted and Danny's attention snapped back to her gun. below them at the bottom of the gulley was a pool of water, too shallow to be called a pond, but too big to be called a puddle. Here is where they would ambush the American Dragoons. Her finger went to rest on the trigger as the first of the cavalrymen came into view, waiting for Roger's signal to fire.

[rebellioustory]

Eliza's heart fluttered as she ducked lower into the dirt; it had been far too long since she had actually shot anything and the urge to pull the trigger was getting too much for her. The anger she felt after learning her husband had deserted fueled her aggression like oil over the fire; she was ready to fight again. For the entire winter, she had been stuffed into her stays encouraged to act prim and proper to not raise any suspicion as to what she actually did, but now she was free and she loved it. She inhaled the scent of the dirt below her as she looked up waiting for the enemy to rear their heads so she could blow a few off.


Not a few meters away from her rested Danny, her filemate and confidante, who was also on complete edge with anticipation. Her tousled hair was now filthy from running in the woods with the rest of the regiment and her face was stained with powder-- much like hers; the faint whiff of sweat permeated the air from the eagerness of what felt like hounds waiting for an unsuspecting fox to fall into their trap. Their sergeant gave the command to move forward and she leapt up before running on her toes behind a tree hopping over the puddle making a soft landing into the mud,

"You run like a girl." her skirmish partner Roger said scoffing at her. The grubby, balding man ruffled her hair and smiled revealing a missing tooth before ducking behind a tree, "least you don't fight like one, eh?"

"No, that would be the Doodles coming at us." she replied ducking next to him and elbowing his ribs. He tucked his rifle into his shoulder and aimed it at the approaching cavalry,

"Better hope so, lad," he replied, "they's comin' this way now."