Caudell's

Bullets snapped past a few feet over Caudell's head, the stream sweeping first left to right, then back from right to left.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

Chattering like magpies, Caudell's students hurried out of the run-down schoolhouse and scattered for their homes.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

Mollie stroked Caudell's cheek, just above the line where his beard started.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

But his gaze kept flicking to Caudell's AK-47, too.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

Go north was the unspoken thought in Caudell's mind.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

Their cries pierced the thick wool that still seemed to swaddle Caudell's ears.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

One of Caudell's sandy eyebrows quirked up toward his hairline.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

Dempsey Eure's black felt hat was even more disreputable than Caudell's, but he kept a gaudy turkey feather in the band.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

But they scrambled back a moment later, for yet another regiment of Federals appeared, battle flags flying, to hurl their bodies at the barricade Caudell's repeater was hot in his hands.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960

A red Indian would have laughed himself sick at Caudell's noisy, stumbling fight with thorn bushes and cedar saplings.

The Guns Of The South Turtledove, Harry 1960