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Kirby's salute was delivered with less snap but as promptly. "Kirby, Private, Gano's." "Captain William Campbell," the officer identified himself crisply. "Any more of you?" He looked to Boyd and then at the cornfield beyond. "Barrett's a volunteer," Drew explained. This was no time to clarify Boyd's exact status. "There're just the three of us."
"Men'll be comin' back from their prisons now. What's his name and company, Sergeant? I'll ask around." "Anson Kirby. He was with Gano's Texans under Morgan, and then he transferred with me into General Buford's Scouts. He's about nineteen or twenty, has reddish hair and a scar here " With a forefinger Drew traced a line from the left corner of his mouth to his left temple.
When we left the boat, we got on the train and got off at Georgetown in Scott County and rode from there to General Gano's Brother William in Scott County, on a stage coach. When I took the children, Katy and Maurice, upstairs to wash them I looked out the window into the driveway and saw the horses that belonged to Marse Briar Jones. They nickered at the gate trying to get in.
"You from Gano's Company?" the scout asked. Kirby nodded. "Nowadays, but it was Terry's Rangers 'fore I stopped me a saber with this heah tough old head of mine an' was removed for a while. That Yankee almost fixed me so m' own folks wouldn't know me from a fresh-skinned buffala not that I got me any folks any more."
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