It's 1861 and I'm a Massachusetts seminary student who left school and my family to escort the woman I love to Virginia. Once we reached Richmond, she ditched me for another, and I was left with not much money and no place to go. As luck would have it, the south captured Fort Sumter just about the time I was wandering around the city. Only the serendipitous appearance of my best friend's father saved me from being tarred and feathered as a Yankee spy. With the nation on the brink of war, I have to figure out how I'm going to support myself and where I'm going live.
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"I said get off that damned horse!" Truslow snapped the corn so fiercely that even the dog, which had seemed wilder than its own master, suddenly whimpered itself into silence and skulked back to the shade of the broken porch. "I've got work for you, boy," Truslow added.
"Work?" Starbuck slid out of the saddle, wondering just what kind of hell he had come to.
--Rebel (The Starbuck Chronicles #1), by Bernard Cornwell (p. 77)