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her hat down securely, Perry inched her way to the loft’s edge. Lying on her stomach, she slid over the stored ladder and pulled herself close enough to peer down at the intruders below.
    Three soldiers milled around beneath her. They poked, inspecting the hay, searching every corner of the dusty floor. Luckily not one bothered to look up. With the ladder removed, the tiny loft rose unnoticed in the late-morning shadows. Perry stared at the three blue uniforms moving beneath. Blue! They were wearing blue. Her mind raced. Somehow, since dawn, her haven had changed hands. She was no longer in Southern territory but in Northern-occupied land.
    Perry glanced at Hunter, then back at the men below. He had to have a doctor. If she couldn’t tell which side he was on, neither could they. The fact that she’d found him hiding should be strong evidence to any Southerner that he was a Yankee.
    Scrambling like a mouse at daybreak, she moved across the loft and shoved a small pouch of valuables between two rafters. Her tiny treasures would be safer in this loftthan on her body. Then, with a sigh of resolution, she lifted the ladder and shoved it through the opening before she had time to change her mind. Blue or gray, Hunter needed help.
    As the ladder hit the floor with a thud, the three men bolted into a defensive action. They moved swiftly and cautiously, with catlike grace. Each showed the skilled training one obtains only with years of practice and war. They wielded their weapons as if the metal were an extension of their arms. The trio seemed more like animals of prey than men. Perry pulled her hat low and set her mind to enlisting their help.
    All three were staring, guns cocked, as Perry slowly descended the ladder. Her own personality vanished like an actor’s must as he steps into a role with each curtain’s rising. “You dirty Yanks haven’t started killin’ kids yet, have ya?” Perry’s voice was low and rough. “Y’all wouldn’t want to kill me, anyway. I’ve done you blue bellies a favor.”
    She reached the bottom of the ladder, squared her shoulders in the oversize jacket, and faced the men with all her mustered bravery. She kicked at the dust, as she’d often seen young boys do when they spoke to their elders around the churchyard. Perry didn’t look the men in the face for fear one might suspect her gender. She cleared her throat. “Like I say, I done you boys a big favor, and I’m hopin’ you’ll be grateful.”
    One man, larger and stockier in build than the other two, moved forward. His large bulk seemed caked with enough layers of dirt to cultivate a crop. Perry curled her nose at his odor, but she forced herself to stand firm. The man grunted and smiled with a mouthful of yellowed teeth. “Well, little Johnny Reb, what have you done to make us all grateful? Did you stay out of the war so we’d have a chance to win?”
    His two companions laughed at his joke and lowered their guns. They, too, were dressed in worn, dirty uniformsof faded blue. Both had slim, weasel-like bodies and dull eyes that reflected no love of life. Like men Perry had seen in the South, they’d done too much killing and not enough living.
    Perry rubbed her nose on her sleeve and purposefully boasted, “I’ve been keeping one of your Yankee officers alive all day, sir. Found him nearly dead, I did. Knew he be one of your officers, so I thought somebody might just come lookin’ for him. Figured if I kept him alive, there might be somethin’ in it for me,” she lied.
    The huge soldier’s eyebrows raised questioningly as he surveyed the room. Perry pointed upward. “He be up there, sir. I figured it was drier. He needs a doctor bad, ’cause he’s lost a lot of blood.”
    The stout soldier motioned for his comrades to watch Perry while he climbed the ladder. Sweat beaded across her forehead as her heart thumped past the minutes. Her hands were in tight fists inside her huge pockets, her right fingers gripping her small