This was the very last thing he needed. Xxnx In any other context it would be considered incidental but I felt compelled to write you directly when the chief inhabitant of the residence we are in mentioned your name in her defence …”
Chapter 2 – White Orchard Plantation, May 11th 1864
“You do not have to lock nor guard the door Lieutenant; it is my house and I will say what does and does not happen inside its walls.”
Sampson appraised the girl, his gaze moving slowly from her dainty ankle, clad in white silk and exposed just a little above her slipper, to her slender waist and rising bosom pressed tightly to her person by the fashionable crinoline and boned corset underneath the faded peach dress that she wore.




















