North Alabama, April, 1862
In the midst of upheaval and confusion, 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 just below her ear. The cropped tresses slapped against her cheek as she slipped into her brother’s Rebel uniform and strapped his Colt to her hip. The enemy had come for her and her people, and she meant to stop him.
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.