Tavington arrived in his tent and everything broke out of him. All the rage was released. With a single arm movement, he swept all the utensils off his desk.
What is he thinking? This pompous, jealous and inferior person of General! Who does he think he has in front of him? A private one? One of his employees? I, Colonel William Tavington, do not let myself be treated that way. He will pay for it sooner or later. His thoughts about the General did not stop. On the contrary. They began to spin in circles. His hands clung to his desk and he bit his teeth so hard until his jaw began to hurt violently. Damn you and pull yourself together! Don't let such a second-rate General run you off rank. He is not worth the penny!
Tavington stood with his back to the entrance of the tent and didn't notice how Lieutenant Wallace entered the tent. "Colonel Tavington!" No reaction came from him. Only when Wallace approached him a second time did he react. "Colonel. Sir!" Tavington quickly turned to the Lieutenant and looked at him with a face marked by anger and rage. Wallace opened his mouth but he couldn't make a sound. Too much he knew that look of the Colonel. Those ice-cold eyes filled with hatred that he had seen so many times while fighting side by side on the battlefields. So it was probably better not to say anything to the Lieutenant. A short silence arose, which Tavington first broke through. "Ah, Lieutenant Wallace!" "Colonel!" William took a few steps towards him as he took off his jacket. "Colonel, Sir. I was told you were leaving for Fort Lexington..." He interrupted the thin voice of Wallace. "Lieutenant Wallace, make sure the horses are ready to march in half an hour!" "Which horses Sir?" "Only my horse and Captain Bordon's." "At your command, Colonel!" The Lieutenant was about to leave the tent when Tavington called after him. "Bring me something where I can freshen up!" "Understood, Colonel Sir!" Wallace disappeared in a hurry. Because once Tavington had given an order, it was to follow it immediately and without discussion. Anything else would be completely pointless. While Wallace personally took care of the Colonel's affairs. He cleaned and saddled the horse. A beautiful fox, with a white blaze and white markings on all four legs. They were even and reached over half the fetlock. He was an English thoroughbred. A strong and fast horse. Enduring and tough, perfect for Tavington. His name: Blizzard. The Lieutenant was very meticulous about every little thing and he knew exactly how the Colonel would react if something did not fit his horse accurately. Then he could get very upset.
A Private brought a bowl of hot water to Tavington. With a cautious voice he revealed himself as he stood in front of the tent. "Yes!" William shouted loudly and clearly and the Private stepped in quickly but with caution. "Colonel Tavington. Sir!" With big eyes he saw his officer sitting on his chair, his legs crossed, they lay on the desk. In his hands he had a knife. The Private's eyes grew bigger and bigger as he saw how fascinated Tavington looked at the knife. The silver blade flashed in the light of the tent. "Sir!" "Just turn it off Private!" William didn't look at his soldier when he answered. "Yes Sir." When he put the bowl down and got ready to go, Tavington suddenly got up and let the Private take a step back in fright. "Private..." and a word pause arose. William thought about the name. Too many new recruits came in the last weeks. Too many new faces. "Private Mitchell, Sir," he replied very uncertainly. "Ah Mitchell," Tavington repeated, grinning slightly. This made him even more insecure. The silence was broken when William, with a quick movement of his hand, stuck the knife into the surface of his desk. Mitchell jerked together in shock. But the Colonel grinned and saw the fear of the Private. He stood with his arms crossed in front of his desk and looked at the soldier standing in front of him. His gaze went from top to bottom and there was a slight smile on his face. To match, he pulled up his left eyebrow. Apparently he recognized the potential of the Private. Or he just recognized more "cannon fodder" for the next attack. "Thank you Private Mitchell and that'll be all." Mitchell took a stance, salted and left the tent in a hurry. William just shook his head and grinned. He sat down on his chair again and drove his hands over his temples. His aching head immediately made him think of last night. He smiled and thought of the small town. To a certain house there. A sign hung over the entrance door. Tavern stood on it. But it was much more than just the alcohol there. By conversations one found out very fast that there were offered also still other things there. The interest of the soldiers was aroused. They were curious and excited and looked forward to the variety and diversion. So it was not surprising that Tavington and his men went there last night. There was nothing more beautiful than a hot fuck with a willing young woman. There were a lot of them in the American colonies. Many women were all too fond of being fucked by the British. The Dragoons were off duty last night and shamelessly exploited it. General Lord Cornwallis gave it to them as compensation for their outstanding achievements on the battlefield. For weeks, they had seen nothing but death and dying and above all only men around them. "But please don't forget Colonel Tavington, you are the Majesty's soldiers and behave like gentlemen accordingly!" These words echoed in Tavington's ears and he had to smile. He thought of the pretty dark-haired woman who had taken great care of his well-being. A short sigh came out of his mouth and he drove himself through his long dark brown hair. Here in the pale light of the tent it looked black. His right hand drove over his face and noticed the stubble of his beard. He pulled his knife out of the desk top and put it back into his right boot. With a quick movement of his hand he fished his pocket watch out of his uniform jacket and looked at it. He urged himself to hurry. He quickly pulled the white shirt over his head and put it aside. His well-trained and muscular upper body clearly showed traces of last night. Red striae stretched across his back and chest. He had to grin as he looked down at himself. There were traces of fingernails on his hairy chest. They went over his flat belly and further below his belly button. They ran parallel to the growth direction of his hair and when he opened his pants and pulled them down a bit, he saw a small dark red spot, not far from the point where his hair curled to his tail. "You damn beast," William just hissed and grinned again. He kept getting ready and took off the rest of his uniform. Now he was naked and washed himself. Then he stood in front of a wooden pillar to which a mirror was attached. It wasn't really tall. But it was enough that he could see himself shaving. Elegantly he let the razor slide over his cheek. For him this was the absolute highlight of the day and he celebrated it with incomparable devotion. The water he sprayed into his face to remove the remaining foam ran down his neck to his chest. There the drops of water got caught in his chest hair. They glittered like little crystals and he took a cloth and dried himself with it. He went to his wooden chest, opened it and took out a fresh uniform, put it on and cursed inside those much too tight pants they had to wear. For his great masculinity felt more than constricted. Afterwards he put on his belt, took the helmet and the gloves and left his tent. There Captain Bordon and Lieutenant Wallace were already waiting with the horses. They nodded to the Colonel and raised their hand to greet him on the helmet. "Colonel Tavington," said Wallace and Tavington passed him. He put on his helmet. "Everything prepared Lieutenant?" "Yes Sir," Wallace replied. William went to his horse, climbed up and took a seat in the saddle. Captain Bordon was already sitting on his horse. Also an English thoroughbred. Only the colour was different from the horse Tavington had. Blizzard was a fox and Crassus a brown. He waited for the Colonel's order to ride. But he put on his gloves in peace, took up the reins and spoke to Bordon. "Captain!" "Colonel Tavington!" William steered his horse to the left and set it in motion by trap. Bordon followed him and both men rode off. Together they left the camp for Fort Lexington.