" There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels. " Present!" the British officer screamed to his men. " Present!" yelled the American officer. His men brought the butts of their muskets up to their shoulders and sighted down the long barrels, ready to shoot and kill. I pressed my face into the earth, unable to plan a course of escape. My mind would not be mastered and thought only of the wretched, lying, foul, silly girl who was the cause of everything. I thought of Isabel and I missed her. " FIRE! "