And William went. Because he was a soldier. Because he was afraid. Because sometimes, the truth is a heavier weapon than a musket.
The Battle of Yorktown was not a painting. It was a butcher’s yard. I held the hands of boys as they died, calling for mothers who were two centuries away. I saw Ian fight like a Mohawk wolf, silent and deadly. I saw Rachel tend wounds with the ferocious tenderness of a woman who has chosen love over peace. outlander s07 m4b
I tied off the suture. “He will be confused. There is a difference.” And William went