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A most gallant charge. Please accept my admiration and respect, as well as the gratitude of your nation. I'll see to it that you get a promotion."
"Thank you, sir."
Jackson finally took his hand from the sword hilt and pointed at the bandage on Houston's leg. "Your wound?"
Houston stared down at the bandage, which had a few fresh red spots mixed in with the brown of old bloodstains. "Oh, it's not much, sir. It's still bleeding some, but I'll manage well enough till this is over. Certainly not as bad as it was for poor Major Montgomery."
A look of regret passed over the general's face. "Yes. Well, it's not over yet."
Houston smiled thinly. "Not