Sammy was flattened against an oak tree. She had lost her partner spy while they were being chased by British soldiers. She heard something in the distance. A cry for help.

Sammy raced off into the distance. She was wearing a regular patriot uniform to help her keep disguise. She was one of the women spies, even George Washington didn't know she was a girl. Everyone thought she was a man. It was better that way, otherwise they would throw her into a hovel and tell Sammy to stay put and watch over little children.

Sammy was a different type of women. She wasn't afraid of battle, or that she would die to save her fellow soldiers or country. She would do it in a heart beat.

She heard the cry again. This time she could tell she was close. Sammy could now make out the words of the cry.

"Watch it. Just because I'm in the patriot army doesn't mean that you cannot give me an easier way to walk in all these shackles, my good man." It was Nathen. She was his partner. How could she have let this happen? Nathen would at least die with honor, and she would avenge his death.

Sammy walked among the trees following the British soldiers that had Nathen Hale. They finally stopped at a group of people by a tree and threw a rope up onto a branch and made a noose.

They were going to hang him. She was already in horror, but she forced herself to watch. The crowd was pitying him. She could see it in their faces. The people in the crowd were all patriots.

The British General started to speak."This is what will happen, when we catch a spy on our forts." He motioned to Nathen. Then gestured to another man and had him lift the man up, and placed a stool for Nathen to stand on. Nathen made his last wish.

"I wish to read something from the bible before I pass on." Nathen was always a gentlemen, even with his enemies.

"We will not give bibles to spies. Kill him." The man kicked the stool from under Nathen and he breathed his last breath before he was killed.

"Avenge me Sam. Avenge me." Then Nathen died. At the hands of his enemies. He was so young, only 21. Sammy would not fail to meet his death wish. That was a promise. To herself and to Nathen. 20 year old Sammy walked to Nathan's body after the crowd and the British soldiers left the body unattended.

"I will avenge you Nathen, I promise. And I will fight until the end. You will still be by my side. In life or death." Sammy picked Nathen's body off the ground and carried him to West Point, to Fort Clinton.