After the Kiss
The Notorious Gentlemen
Prologue
The First Royal Dragoons
Maguilla, Spain
June 11, 1812
Captain Sullivan James Waring ducked low along his mount's neck just as a rifle ball whistled past his head. The French continued their retreat, but they weren't making the English advance an easy one. Guiding his chestnut gelding, Salty, with his knees, Sullivan reloaded his pistol as he and nearly seven hundred members of the combined First Royal Dragoons and the Third Dragoon Guards pounded across the rolling Spanish plain.
"Sullivan! What the devil is Slade doing?" the rider just to his right shouted.
"Advancing seven miles past any assistance," Sullivan replied grimly, not certain Captain Phineas Bromley could even hear him over the gunfire and pounding hooves. He sent a glance back over his shoulder at the men and horses under his command. The line was ragged, and the horses tiring. And General Slade continued to gallop along in front of them.
The six hundred French mounts ahead of him were tiring, as well, but it was ... read full excerpt from After the Kiss ebook
