"Please," I said, not wanting to give Walton any time to come up with objections. "Please, you must—"
"Enough!" he shouted, looking wildly confused, and I knew we had lost him. A tree crashed into palmettos in front of us and another fell farther back in the woods. "Sit!" He commanded, pointing to the ground in front of us. When both Carla and I didn‘t do as ordered he yelled, "Now, damn you!" We did as we were told.
"You will not move," Walton ordered in a stern voice, "and you will not say a word to any of these men." In an oddly softer tone, he said, "If we all survive this day, perhaps we can then discuss the strange things of which you speak."
"There won‘t be any later," I hissed up at him, but Walton just pressed his lips together, turned around and walked to where his men were cutting branches from a fallen pine. For some reason the smell of fresh cut wood right then really pissed me off.
"Jeff," Carla whispered next to me, her voice all urgent like. "If he dies at the start of the next attack like history says …" She didn‘t finish the sentence. She didn‘t have to. Visions of Carla and me dying and returning to that battle over and over again sliced through my mind.
"Enough!" he shouted, looking wildly confused, and I knew we had lost him. A tree crashed into palmettos in front of us and another fell farther back in the woods. "Sit!" He commanded, pointing to the ground in front of us. When both Carla and I didn‘t do as ordered he yelled, "Now, damn you!" We did as we were told.
"You will not move," Walton ordered in a stern voice, "and you will not say a word to any of these men." In an oddly softer tone, he said, "If we all survive this day, perhaps we can then discuss the strange things of which you speak."
"There won‘t be any later," I hissed up at him, but Walton just pressed his lips together, turned around and walked to where his men were cutting branches from a fallen pine. For some reason the smell of fresh cut wood right then really pissed me off.
"Jeff," Carla whispered next to me, her voice all urgent like. "If he dies at the start of the next attack like history says …" She didn‘t finish the sentence. She didn‘t have to. Visions of Carla and me dying and returning to that battle over and over again sliced through my mind.
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