" Wait until they get closer!" Emily whispered, her voice muffled by the rain, but carrying an undeniable authority. The party nodded a little, and the grip tightened on the gun in their hands, the only weapon they had against the enemy, rudimentary as it was, and bearing the hopes of all.
Like a long black snake, the Union column moved slowly forward through the muddy water of the river. They were not even aware of the approaching danger, and were still shouting so loudly that the cacophony of voices carried up the hillock in the rain. As the Northerners moved into optimal attack range, a flash of determination flashed in Emily's eyes and she shouted, "Fire!"
