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except for dots of monuments dedicated to fallen units of soldiers. Through the humid haze, he could make out the visitors center where Tonya was probably enjoying the air conditioned comfort and boasting to everyone she could about kicking him out of her car. Yeah, he’d be the laughing stock when he arrived. The joke of the day they would all tell family and friends around the dinner table tonight.
    A group of re-enactors dressed in Confederate uniforms crossed the road up ahead. He waved at them, but no one returned his greeting. They were in character on a mission. He understood. Maybe he could ask some of them for help with his paper later. Camden waited and watched as the men walked across his path and over into the other field to disappear into the dense tree line off in the distance.
    The modern museum building up ahead was a relief to see. After a few of the longest steps, he was inside. Finally, the cool air conditioning hit him, chilling the sweat rolling down his neck and back. The front lobby was empty, but he heard Tonya’s voice in the other room. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the archway, ready to give her a hard time for making him walk.
    Sitting at the table with the docent, they were deep in conversation. Tonya didn’t look up or break from talking. She raised her hand out to him, offering him an ice cold bottle of water.
    Walking over, he grabbed it from her fingers, opened it and took a long draw to quench his thirst. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held her hand up to silence him as the docent responded to whatever they were talking about from the file of paperwork in front of them. Okay. He’d now been shushed by Miss Holier-than-Thou. She was a real piece of work.
     
    Tonya thanked the docent, smiling like she was the sweetest of sweethearts as she shook her hand.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” She gushed in a professional manor. “Tracy, this is Camden Phillips, one of the new summer interns over in Kings Mill. We’re working together.”
    “Very nice to meet you, Camden. I’m Tracy Silverman, director here at Monocacy Battlefield.”
    He shook her hand and smiled. “I love this place. I watched the re-enactors out practicing for an event. Do you have something going on this weekend?”
    “Re-enactors?” Tracy looked perplexed, turning her attention from him to Tonya.
    “The Confederate unit out there just a few moments ago.” This lady was the director of this place and she didn’t know?
    “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. There aren’t any groups of re-enactors scheduled for today. Did you talk with them?”
    “Well, no. They seemed to be in character and didn’t acknowledge my presence.”
    Tonya took his arm and forced him towards the door. “Come on, Camden. We’ve taken up too much of Tracy’s time. Let’s head back, so we can get started on this paperwork.”
    “Let me know what you find out about the history for his family,” Tracy called after Tonya.
    “I will as soon as I get to work on it. Thanks again.”
    They left the building.
    “Get in the car.”
    “What? I want to look around.”
    “Get in the car, Camden.”
    Confused, he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. “What’s going on?”
    Tonya turned to him. “Where did you see this group of soldiers?”
    “Right along the field coming into the entrance. They crossed in front of me.”
    “They weren’t re-enactors.”
    “Sure they were…wait! Are you trying to tell me…no way…but I saw them…” No way was what he saw an apparition. Or ghosts .
    “Feeling crazy yet, Camden?”

Chapter Four
    Tonya knew she couldn’t help Camden understand what he’d encountered. He wouldn’t believe her or try to deny what had happened. She pulled off to the side of the road again and pulled out her phone.
    Camden groaned. “Please tell me you aren’t making me walk in this godforsaken heat.”
    “No.” She didn’t look up from texting. “I’m sending Dr. Miles a text to