Date Posted:Sat, July 13 2024, 5:29:53 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Saturday, July 13, 2024
The following quotation is from Written In Me Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 78 In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time
Ian’s left eye was stinging badly and his vision was cloudy; a cut in his eyebrow was bleeding. He groped in the small bag at his waist and found the handkerchief wrapped around the smoked ear he carried. The cloth was a small one, but big enough to tie round his brow.
He wiped his knuckles over his mouth, already longing for more water. What ought he to do? He could see the standard now being vigorously waved, flapping heavily in the thick air, summoning troops to follow. Plainly Lee was headed over the bridge; he knew where he was going, and his troops with him. No one would - or could - stop to climb down a ravine to aid a wounded British soldier.
Ian shook his head experimentally and, finding that his brains didn’t seem to rattle, set off toward the southwest. With luck, he’d meet La Fayette or Uncle Jamie coming up, and maybe get another mount. With a horse, he could get William out of the ravine alone. And whatever else might happen today, he’d settle the hash of those Abenaki bastards.
kgp