When Sgt Chesterfield and the patrol returned to Fairfax, half the men were riding double on their horses, Sgt Chesterfield and Cpl Blutch had tied their horses to the hitching post in front of Capt Blazer's Quarters. When they reported what had hppened, the Captain was not happy about it one bit.

Capt Blazer: "You mean to tell me, that you let eight horses, that cost $120 apiece, be stolen by that Rebel Marauder."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Sir, there was no sign..."

Capt Blazer: "OF COURSE THERE WAS NO SIGN! MOSBY'S ME LEAVE NO SIGN SO NO ONE CAN TRACK THEM YOU BLUNDERING IDIOT!" The Sergeant took offence to that, but the Captain was an officer superior in rank, so he stayed quiet. "I understand that this was your first skirmish with Mosby, so I'll let this slide. But don't expect anymore chances like this."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Yes sir." The two NCO's saluted and left the building, when they were outside, the Sergeant sighed in relief. But the relief was short lived when Sgt Gregg came up to them.

Sgt Gregg (Smirking): "Well well well, look at this, the two 'cavalrymen' that were ambushed by Mosby, and got some of their horses stolen."

Cpl Blutch: "Come off it Gregg."

Sgt Gregg: "Corporal, may I remind you you are speaking..."

Sgt Chesterfield: "He said, come off it Gregg."

Sgt Gregg: "Oh Sergeant, your not gonna let this runt tell someone with three stripes what to do, are you?" Gregg was trying to appeal to the fact that he was a Sergeant alongside Chesterfield.

Sgt Chesterfield: "No, I won't..." The Sergeant beamed that he would get his revenge on both of them one at a time. "...Because I will." But it was short lived. "Now you listen Gregg, if you ever, EVER, say anything, or do anything, for your own reasons and cause pain to any more men. I WILL HANG YOU FROM THE TALLEST TREE IN VIRGINIA." Sgt Gregg felt he was about to soil his sky blue trousers when the Sergeant said that to him while rolling up his sleeve.

Sgt Gregg: "S-sure t-thing S-sarge, I was j-just kidding around, t-that's all." He had on a nervous smile that Sgt Chesterfield could see right through, Sgt Gregg quickly ran off just as Sgt Tyree approached them.

Sgt Tyree: "Well you guys, we've been given a new mission."

Sgt Chesterfield: "What is it?"

Sgt Tyree: "Well, Lt Phillips needs two other volunteers to escort two supply wagons up to an Infantry Battalion up on Oak Hill." Cpl Blutch started to tip toe backwards away from the two Sergeants, but Sgt Chesterfield called out to him.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Corporal, get back here."

Cpl Blutch: "Oh but Sarge."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Forget it Corporal, you just volunteered."

They got their horses and mounted up, they joined the others escorting the supply wagons, Lt Phillips was at the front of the wagons with Sergeant Chesterfield and Corporal Blutch.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Sergeant Chesterfield and Cpl Blutch reporting for escort duty sir."

Lt Phillips: "Yes, Sergeant Tyree told me about you two, we'd better get moving." He turned to the others behind them. "FORWARD, HO!" The small supply escort detachment got moving towards Oak Hill.

Meanwhile

Maj Mosby and his men were assembling near Upperville, they had heard from their spies in Fairfax that the Yankees were moving supplies to Oak Hill, and it just so happened that they needed power and shot for their guns. So Mosby got some of his best Rangers to commence the raid, he knew they had to go on the Salem Road to get to Oak Hill. Mosby's Rangers rode through the backwoods and byways to avoid any Federal Patrols from any cavalry units in the area. The Major was talking with his Sergeant and good friend Sergeant Myles Magruder.

Sgt Magruder: "Well Major, I reckon we'll give those yanks another licken that they all run back to Washington."

Maj Mosby: "Well I don't know about that Myles, but we'll make a good try."

Later

The small supply detail was peacefully going down the road, it seemed that the war was far away, even that it didn't exist, but the peaceful ride was interrupted by faint gunshots to the Northeast. Towards Oak Hill, the Rebs were probably attacking the camp where the 3rd Battalion of the 15th Vermont Infantry. Lt Phillips had the supply wagons and the escort troopers move fast, but they didn't know that was trap for the Union troops to go faster so the Rebs could head them off and attack from the rear. Maj Mosby and his men were watching from a high ridge before they came down on the Yankees, he raised his hand and the men got ready, as soon as he put his hand down the Rebs yelled and galloped down toward the Yanks.

Sgt Chesterfield and Cpl Blutch heard the Rebel yell and turned to the Lieutenant.

Cpl Blutch: "LIEUTENANT, MOSBY'S RAIDERS!"

Lt Phillips: "CIRCLE THE WAGONS, DISMOUNT AND FIGHT ON FOOT!" They did as the Lieutenant ordered and circled the wagons, they tied the horses to a rope they put in between the wagons and tied the horses to it. They drew their carbines and took cover behind the wagons and fired on the Reb raiders, then they noticed Rebs coming up behind them, Sgt Chesterfied, Cpl Blutch, and Sgt Tyree fired on the Rebs coming from the rear.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well, this will make up for what happened on the patrol."

Cpl Blutch: "Sarge, if this is about 'redeeming' yourself, your an absolute nut."

The Sergeant put on an angry scowl and continued shooting, Mosby had noticed he had already lost five men. Knowing he couldn't take a lot of casualties for the ranks in his command were small, he told his men to pull back. The Yanks saw the Rebs pull back with three less horses and men.

Trooper: "YAHOOOO!, WE'VE GOT MOSBY ON THE RUN!"

Lt Phillips: "Alright men, good work. Now let's get moving fast." And so they continued on towards Oak Hill.

When they got back to Fairfax, they saw that the entire company was preparing to move out, they didn't know why though.