Yet more weeks slipped by, it now been over a year in the war still raged. Tavington fought as always, instilling fear into his enemies, he was as ruthless as ever leaving burning towns in his wake and yet he still thought about her.
It reached two years since he had seen her, and he still ached when he thought of her. He knew he would have made a far better father than his own had been. He had bedded other women since she left a non-ever fell with child or satisfied the yearning he felt deep inside; some would say within his soul - but he was not even sure he had one. Many times he wondered if Rebecca was well, had his child being born safely? Had she borne him a son or daughter?
The war itself had escalated and the fighting between the British and the militia was becoming more regular and vicious. Some said this was largely due to the Colonel Tavington and his brutal tactics. Many said he will be going to hell one day and most of those wished he would hurry up and get there.
Tavington and his men left the plantation a few days later they had broken camp and were moving on. The militia had moved and Tavington and his men had been ordered to meet and face them.
The battle, which ensued, was fierce with terrible losses on either side. It was a battle, which no man could ever win. The only winner there could ever be was death who was probably rubbing its hands with glee as he watched the entire debacle.
Then death it appeared had set his sights on another quarry …
It was as he rode across the field of battle that death struck out at Colonel Tavington. He did not even see it coming; the bullet hit him in the chest and pain glanced through him as though he was being filled with fire.
Falling backwards he was slipping to the ground - as he became unseated the horse bolted, running through the field of men dragging his rider with him - as he had fallen Tavington's foot had become caught and he was being dragged through mud, blood and the bodies of fallen men.
The horse had dragged into the forest before with a sickening crunch his leg broke, but this freed him from his steed. He was however miles from his troops and he was laying battered, broken and alone as he slowly bled to death. He was waiting for death to claim him as he slipped into unconsciousness.