"I'm from Georgia."
"Take this to him."
Taylor handed the man his order as the thunder of a line of artillery opened on the left.
"Which way is General Gordon?" the courier asked.
"That's what I want to know. Get to him. Follow the line of that firing. You'll find him where it's hottest. Get back here quick if you have to kill your horse."
Sam came back with his tray.
"I got yo' breakfus' an' dinner both now, Marse Robert."
Lee looked up with a smile.
"Too tired now. Eat it for me, Sam—"
Sam turned quickly.