Rosemarian and Elena start their road trip, and meet up with the Unexpected in West Virginia.
The night was too cool to allow a pleasant breeze to ruffle the white curtains adorning the second story window. Through the pane, Elena studied the large property. Light from an almost full moon illuminated a small field behind the house where Betsy had planted her vegetable garden.
She returned her attention to the pair of twin beds that took up most of the space in the Camellia Room. Rosemarian slept soundly with her new companion. Bit of Nothing, all curled up into a ball, had tucked herself neatly behind her aunt’s legs.
A floor board creaked; the shutters suddenly rattled. Elena jumped in surprise. Exhausted from drive, her aunt did not respond to the unexpected clamor, and surprisingly, neither did the kitten.
Elena gazed nervously out the window once more. The trees bordering the field swayed. Running figures erupted from the woods. Under the moonlight, she clearly discerned the ghostly uniforms of a Confederate regiment. The soldiers mustered by the conical metal stands that would be heavy with pole beans when the summer came. The group of five men raised their rifles in unison in anticipation of an attack. They did not have to wait very long. Charging Union soldiers came from the woods in waves.