A/N: This story is very different.
A/N2: Thanks to all reviewers of my last story.
Trouble
I was giving a redcoat some water. His head was bleeding badly from a sword wound and he had a bullet wound on his abdomen that was mended up.
A bunch of other redcoats came through the plantation's corn field. I stopped and looked up. I felt them coming.
When they reached the house, the leader (a lieutenant) walked up the porch to my father. I went up to the porch and purposely interrupted him, "Father I am going to go check the Continental inside."
"Okay Mary but be careful."
"I will"
I walked inside and as I got through the threshold, I heard horses galloping at a run. I stopped and turned my head slightly. What I saw worried me. I was worried about my family especially my brother and the continental soldiers lying on and in front of the porch.
I ran to my brother's room just down the hall. He was about to come out. I told him, "Be careful the 'butcher' is out there."
"Mary it is you I should be worried about."
I laughed at this joke. I was the beauty of the south. I had long, blonde hair, a tanish, flawless complexion and beautiful evergreen eyes. Men from all over the world who had heard of me came to court me. I turned them all down. I was very picky about it.
We walked down the hall together side by side but when we got to the front door Gabriel got in front of me. The "butcher" had the dispatches my brother was carrying. He looked up after the reading the dispatches and saw me. He completely forgot about the dispatches.
He smiled and then remembered the dispatches.
"Who carried this?" no answer. "WHO CARRIED THIS?"
"I did sir." Gabriel. "I was wounded these people gave me care. They have nothing to do with the dispatches."
"He is a spy hang him and put his body on display."
"No." I pleaded. "Please don't take him."
"You girl come here." I walked to him. "What is your name?"
"Mary, sir, Mary Martin."
"Well then Ms. Martin. What do you propose do?"
I looked back at my family. All eyes were on me. "Take me instead."
"No, Mary don't." Came my father's voice.
Ignoring my father, "If I take you, you must promise to stay."
"I agree." And we shook on it.