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southern states had believed they could secede, that states’ rights were supreme. Now the war was about so much more.
    She couldn’t go to Virginia because of Daniel Cameron. Because he was convinced she had betrayed him. Because he was determined to be her enemy with a far greater hostility than any northern general had ever felt for Bobby Lee.
    She reached out her arms to him. “Daniel, give me the baby. Just let me feed him.” He stared at her in an icy silence. She gritted her teeth. “Please!”
    Daniel hesitated no longer. His frigid blue stare still pierced her condemningly, but he brought the baby to her. Jared was suddenly in her arms, warm, trembling, precious, still screaming. Callie shook, knowing that the baby meant more to her than anything in the world.
    More than war. Far more than pride or glory.
    “Ten minutes, Callie,” Daniel said. “I’ll be waiting on this step. For Jared, and you, if you choose to come. But Jared is coming with me.”
    “But we’re enemies!”
    “Bitter enemies,” he agreed politely.
    “I could betray you again, moving through this territory.”
    “You’ll never have the chance again,” he promised softly.
    She met his startling blue gaze and then turned and fled up the steps with Jared. She ran into her room, her heart beating. She kissed her son’s forehead, and distractedly pulled upon the strings of her bodice, freeing her breast for the baby to nurse. She touched his cheek with her knuckles, and he rooted for a moment before latching onto her to suckle strongly.
    Love, enormous waves of it, came rushing throughher. She rested her cheek upon her baby’s head. She would never let Daniel take him from her.
    No matter what had been. No matter how bitter Daniel might still be.
    No matter what it was she had to face as a Yank in the South.
    She closed her eyes. Daniel was wrong. Their son had been conceived in love.
    Not even a year had passed since she had first seen Daniel Cameron.
    So little time …
    But oh, what a tempest that time had been!
    She closed her eyes and remembered….

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Enemy Territory

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    September 1862

Sharpsburg, Maryland
    Once Daniel fell, the reality and the dreams began to blend together.
    They had come riding in with glory, a cavalry unit with extraordinary horsemanship, all of them handsome astride their fabulous mounts, swords gleaming in the late summer sun, their plumed hats flying like the banners of long-ago knights. Ah, but that’s what they were, the last of the cavaliers, fighting for honor, for glory, for love, for the intangible essence that embodied a people….
    No, that was what they had been. The love was there still, as were the dreams of honor. He had been fighting far too long to believe any longer in the glory of war. And seen too close, he and his horsemen were not so splendid. Their uniforms were torn and tattered, their boots were worn, their faces were gaunt and haggard. Yes, they rode with their steel swords glistening in the morning sun, and when they let out with their Rebel cries, they were both fierce and beautiful, and awesome to behold. Riders of destiny, riders of death.
    He had not lost his horse while engaged in battle.Not while locking swords with men in blue with faces he dared not look upon too closely.
    It was the cannonball exploding just at his heels that had unhorsed him. For a few, brief, shimmering moments that seemed to waver between life and death, he had known what it was like to fly. It had all been so painless.
    But then he had come crashing down, and the earth had embraced him ferociously. It was then that the pain came, searing and shooting through his temples even as the fragrant grass of the rich Maryland farmland teased his flesh. Then had come a sudden, stark darkness.
    And then the dreams.
    One moment, he could hear the horrible whistle of the cannons, could see the fires bursting against the beautiful blue of the summer sky. He could hear and feel the