North Alabama, April, 1862
In the midst of war, the people of Marlbridge, Alabama, knew one
thing for certain: the enemy was coming, and there wasn't a thing they
could do about it. Their beloved sheriff, who might have saved them
from calamity, was dead, and Elias Kelson, the closest thing they had to
a savior, was just as likely to welcome the invaders as to run them out of
town.
"No tears," Alexandra Corbin swore to herself as she stood in front of
the mirror, took hold of her long, thick, honey-colored hair, and cut it
off at the nape of her neck. The cropped tresses slapped against her
cheek as she slipped into a Rebel uniform and strapped a Colt to her hip.
The enemy had come for her and her people, and she meant to stop
them.
Rebel cavalry officer Cana Ramsey stood on the edge of town, paying no
mind to the blood and sweat dripping into his eye. He had sworn an
oath to never again set foot in Marlbridge. Breaking that oath would cost
him his life, and he knew it. But God help him, he couldn't let Alexandra
Corbin hang.
