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Rebs?”
    “Oh,
God.   I know I won’t die from these
infernal wounds, but they hurt like the dickens.”   The Yankee grasped his chest and pressed hard, as he tried
to sit up.
    “Yes, I hunt
the renegades, and it is of no importance on which side they choose to
fight.   It doesn’t do anyone any
good, if they are allowed to run amok, among the general population, and with
no fear of reprisals.   Now, you are
…?”   He waited for an introduction.
    “Tony.   Private Anthony Bowles, actually.”   Tony was reluctant to give the stranger
too much information.   He had been
relegated to the shadows for too many years, and he trusted few.
    “When were
you turned?” the stranger asked, as if it were the most common of questions.
    “I don’t
know what you mean,” Tony insisted.   He hesitated, looking at the man with the very wise and unusual golden
eyes.   After several quiet moments,
he decided to trust the stranger.   He could hear inside the man’s head, and his thoughts were honorable.
    “My best
friend and I were attacked by wolves, near Prague, in the early fall of
1810.   We surely would have died,
had it not been for the efforts of a very young and innocent gypsy girl.   We didn’t ask for this.”   He suddenly became defensive.
    “It’s all
right, Tony,” Paul whispered.   “We
all have a similar story.   It’s
hard to share.   I think we should
stay where we are, until this blasted skirmish is over, and then hightail it
out of here.   Are you with me?”
    Tony looked
down at the boy lying dead at his feet.   There was nothing he could do for his young friend.   He gave a silent prayer for the lad and
then nodded.   “When you go, I’ll
leave with you.   Hope you have a
plan.”
    By nightfall
it was evident the South would not route the Union forces, and General Lee was
preparing to withdraw.   As the
final assault came to a close, more than 51,000 men had perished.   Two men should have been added to that
list, but they crawled away and managed to heal their mortal wounds in less
than a fortnight.
    It is said
that Lincoln was very unhappy that General Meade did not pursue General Lee, as
he pulled back.   The War Between
the States could have ended there, he said.   No one really knows why Lee was allowed to exit the
battleground, as he did, nor can they explain how Jonas, his youngest in
command, survived, time and time again after suffering grievous wounds in
combat.   He was known to be
fearless in battle, and very, very lucky.

CHAPTER TWO
    The sign on the
door simply read:   Grant
Paulsen—Investigator.   Tony
chuckled to himself.   “Yeah, and a
little more, I think,” he muttered, under his breath.   Suddenly, while he was still studying the door, a voice
bellowed from the other side.
    “Gonna’ stand
out there all day or are you coming in?”
    Grant was in
fine voice today, Tony thought.  
    Upon entering
the small, but neat office, Tony felt the old and familiar electricity travel
up his spine.   Being in the
presence of another immortal, always brought an odd tingling sensation to the
nerve endings running up and down his back.
    Grant’s hands
and feet would warm to an alarming degree, when Tony was within twenty feet of
him.   In some cases, he could
actually see through the eyes of his prey, making it easier for him to locate
them.   Some immortals felt feverish
or sick to their stomach, when in close proximity to their own kind.   A woman, in France, always got the
hiccups.   It was these various and
sometimes humorous signs, that helped a hunter make contact with the
others.   Also, they very often
saved him from a fate worse than death.
    “Take a seat,
Bowles...or is it Barker?” Grant asked, good-naturedly.
    “Actually, it’s
Barton, now.”
    “Can’t keep up
with you, Tony,” he chuckled.   He
pointed to a leather chair in front of his desk.   “Take a seat.   My girl, Sophie, is out of the office for a while.   I think it’s