New Orleans. Summer. Yellow fever. There are few of us who can escape the heat, and those of us who can are regarded with suspicion, with a touch of fear. I like the life of an iceman, and I like the slim Irish lass who shares my bed. The war's been over 14 years, but I still struggle with my sins. Then, yesterday, the letter was slipped under my door. Could I deny General John Bell Hood—the man I once wanted to murder—his dying wish?
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But he was out of his mind and tore at the bedclothes I tried to draw over him. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled my face down to his so that those hard, blue, stone eyes were all I could see. They looked into me as if I'd stolen something and hidden it in my skull. (p. 18)
—Both from A Separate Country by Robert Hicks (to be published September 2009)