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this an epic, so hang with me!
The Last Battle
The day grew old as Sarah, James, and Henri walked through the Virginian wilderness. It had been days since the Battle of Cowpens, a surprising American victory, now the momentum on the side of the rebellion.
Sarah stopped and caught a brief moment of the beautiful purple sky as the sun sunk under the horizon. James and Henri stopped beside her and looked in awe as well.
"It's so beautiful," remarked Sarah as she kept her eyes fixed on the dying light.
James nodded his head in agreement, standing next to her, "What a sight," James added, walking over to the forest green and setting up a campfire with Henri.
Sarah walked over with the two, looking about, "James, are you sure there are no Indians in these parts of the woods?"
"No, Sarah, we would have been already attacked. I know there are a lot of Tories around here though." James said shooting a look over to Sarah.
Sarah smacked James in the head, "I remain loyal to the crown because it is proper, and I'm not a dirty rebel either."
James and Sarah argued for about fifteen minutes before Henri stepped in, "Don't you too remember that we're on the same side?" He said with his French accent.
The two stopped their quarrel and settled down next to the fire. It was a warm evening down in Virginia, something they were often exposed to in the north. Henri fell asleep first, while Sarah and James talked about their next story to write about.
"What a story Cowpens will make, the tide of the war has changed!" James said, giving Sarah a playful nudge.
"We shall see James, this has happened before in the war and the British have jumped right back." Sarah added, writing something down in her notebook.
James laid back on his blanket, "I have a feeling though, our freedom will soon be won, England will be gone, and hopefully some of the Tories will finally see our cause." James looked over at Sarah and smiled.
Sarah blushed a bit, and returned to her writing. James sat back up and moved closer to Sarah, trying to get a peek at her notes.
"James, what are you doing?" She said, covering putting her notebook up to her chest. "You're not getting any of my notes to use in your story."
James thought to himself for a moment, "What if I wasn't trying to look at your notes." He said, blushing a bit.
Sarah looked up at him, blushing noticeably and smiled at him. She put her notebook away and lay down. "James, do you really hate the Tories?" She asked him.
James looked over at her, "Of course I don't hate them, how could I when I'm with one night and day." He said smiling.
Sarah sighed and laid her head on her pillow, "Well, goodnight James."
"Goodnight Sarah." James said as he checked on Henri.
Suddenly, a shot rang out behind the forest green, followed by another, and a loud unison of Indian calls.
The Last Battle
The day grew old as Sarah, James, and Henri walked through the Virginian wilderness. It had been days since the Battle of Cowpens, a surprising American victory, now the momentum on the side of the rebellion.
Sarah stopped and caught a brief moment of the beautiful purple sky as the sun sunk under the horizon. James and Henri stopped beside her and looked in awe as well.
"It's so beautiful," remarked Sarah as she kept her eyes fixed on the dying light.
James nodded his head in agreement, standing next to her, "What a sight," James added, walking over to the forest green and setting up a campfire with Henri.
Sarah walked over with the two, looking about, "James, are you sure there are no Indians in these parts of the woods?"
"No, Sarah, we would have been already attacked. I know there are a lot of Tories around here though." James said shooting a look over to Sarah.
Sarah smacked James in the head, "I remain loyal to the crown because it is proper, and I'm not a dirty rebel either."
James and Sarah argued for about fifteen minutes before Henri stepped in, "Don't you too remember that we're on the same side?" He said with his French accent.
The two stopped their quarrel and settled down next to the fire. It was a warm evening down in Virginia, something they were often exposed to in the north. Henri fell asleep first, while Sarah and James talked about their next story to write about.
"What a story Cowpens will make, the tide of the war has changed!" James said, giving Sarah a playful nudge.
"We shall see James, this has happened before in the war and the British have jumped right back." Sarah added, writing something down in her notebook.
James laid back on his blanket, "I have a feeling though, our freedom will soon be won, England will be gone, and hopefully some of the Tories will finally see our cause." James looked over at Sarah and smiled.
Sarah blushed a bit, and returned to her writing. James sat back up and moved closer to Sarah, trying to get a peek at her notes.
"James, what are you doing?" She said, covering putting her notebook up to her chest. "You're not getting any of my notes to use in your story."
James thought to himself for a moment, "What if I wasn't trying to look at your notes." He said, blushing a bit.
Sarah looked up at him, blushing noticeably and smiled at him. She put her notebook away and lay down. "James, do you really hate the Tories?" She asked him.
James looked over at her, "Of course I don't hate them, how could I when I'm with one night and day." He said smiling.
Sarah sighed and laid her head on her pillow, "Well, goodnight James."
"Goodnight Sarah." James said as he checked on Henri.
Suddenly, a shot rang out behind the forest green, followed by another, and a loud unison of Indian calls.