The Visitor

First came the odd lights at the window, then movement in the kitchen by the rear door. she knew not if it were British regular or beast, just that it was not welcome. She fired at the movement, but was unsure if she hit it. With little time to reload, she separated the bayonet from the musket and prepared for the fight of her life.

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