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It was close to daybreak, about six in the morning, when we heard the impatient sound of a horse thundering up our drive. Mathew flew down the stairs and out the house, but with the chamber’s window open, I could hear the entire staccato conversation.
“Lieutenant Adams, you are requested to meet with Major Buttrick for a war council.”
“Of course. Please inform the major I will be there shortly. Is there intelligence, Ed?”
There was a short pause then an adolescent voice cracked, “There were shots fired in Lexington. Eight militiamen dead, more wounded.”
Chapter Nineteen: Flash of Red