Thank you all for the wonderful reviews on this story so far! You have been very encouraging. I meant for this chapter to be longer than the last however; it fell a bit shorter. Is that possible? Anyway, I promise to upload another longer chapter soon. Enjoy!
So Felicity stood transfixed. The moonlight streamed through the open barn doors and right on the man. Felicity started at the patriot's uniform first. It was slightly worn uniform. The tan breeches were mud splattered and wet and so was his blue coat. Her eyes landed on the cast that was slung across his stomach. A silver gun also caught her eye. "It must be a musket," she thought.
Finally, Felicity raised her gaze to his face. His dark hair framed his round face and was about shoulder length. And then she saw his wandering hazel eyes. They warmed her soul and she felt strangely comfortable.
As she gazed into his eyes she realized they were searching. She took a step back deeper into the hay and crouched down silently. The loft boards squeaked softly as the man walked down the loft toward Felicity's hiding spot. Felicity heard the approaching footsteps. He was surprisingly light on his feet. Her heart beat faster than ever before and she held her breath.
It seemed he felt a presence for Felicity felt his gaze dart here and there. After a minute he went back to the center of the loft and sat on the cot. Felicity watched him as he settled down to rest. It didn't seem like he was going to spend the night but as he sat rereading the letter deep in thought he drifted off to sleep.
Is he sleeping? His breathing seems solid. Felicity thought as she heard muffled snores. She pulled herself out of the hay shaking the strands of hay off of her. Dusting herself off, she kept a close eye on the sleeping patriot. She crept past the sleeping soldier. As she got to ladder she looked back. A strange force seemed to be making her move backward toward the stranger. And before she knew it she was hovering over the young man.
As she stared at the sleeping man recognition kicked in. "Ben!" She announced in a quiet whisper. Ben turned his head to face Felicity but it was apparent he was asleep. Nevertheless, Felicity started backward and started to the ladder and started climbing down the familiar ladder. It had 11 rungs. 11, 10, 9, 8... Her emerald eyes stayed on the man as she descended.7, 6, 5- her foot slipped on the slightly wet rung and she felt herself falling.
She reached the ground in a heap. "Oh!" Felicity yelled out as a sharp jolt of pain went up her left leg when she went to move. Felicity clasped her hand over her mouth as she heard the sound of someone siting straight up.