Free Words Heard in Silence by T. Novan, Taylor Rickard

did not matter."
    Charlie watched as several heads dropped, each man had his eyes focused on the table before them.
    "When I first met with you in hospital and reserves in Maryland after the Wilderness, you seemed to welcome the fact that we wanted to keep the 13th intact and fill your ranks with experienced troops, rather than disband your regiment. Where I was born did not matter then."
    The Colonel paused for a moment and swallowed before continuing.
    "When we stood with General Sheridan at Cedar Creek, it did not matter. When your guts seized up because you were drinking bad water, and I saw to it that you were all cared for, it did not matter. When our own turned on us at Brandy Station, where I was born did not matter. So if you have a problem with me now, tell me."
    Charlie had completed his circuit of the mess, and stood behind his seat at the table. A long silence gripped the room, as these men, who had been through hell and back recognized that their new Colonel had seen things and done things as horrific as they had in the name of the Union. An embarrassed rustling and surreptitious eye contact among some of the senior officers was all Charlie needed to see. In a much gentler voice, he released them from their discomfort.
    "Gentlemen. Shall we assume this conversation never happened, and was never needed? Now, we all have much to do. For your information, I am off to see what I can do about securing us at least decent winter quarters. I plan to check on Montgomery before I go."
    Charlie walked out of the mess tent, stopping to have a word with one or two of his officers as he went. If Montgomery had let his obsession get out of hand with the troops, Charlie needed his commanders to find it and dig it out before it created irreparable rifts in his organization. In the spring campaign ahead, these men would have to work together as a well-oiled machine. It was time to start making sure there were no broken cogs in the workings.
    He hurried over to the infirmary, where the medic was working feverishly over Montgomery. The damned fool had ridden out on an unordered scouting trip while he was still drunk. His batman was there, looking grim and disapproving. His lieutenant was looking sickened.
    Charlie caught the medic’s eye and got a neutral shrug in response to his unspoken question. Montgomery’s condition was questionable at best.
    The lieutenant was fading. He was sweating and a sickly shade of nauseous green. Charlie took the young man outside of the infirmary tent. "Tell me what happened."
    "Major Monty was…… I do not know. He was not right. He drove us all at a hard pace this morning, like he was looking for something or someone." The lad stopped to gulp at the water that Charlie offered him from the small cistern beside the door. "There was a fence that he drove his horse to –– it was not a coop, it was a hard fence –– stone base and rails. The horse –– that big buckskin gelding that the Major rode as a backup –– you know the horse, Sir, I have seen you ride him –– anyway, the horse refused. He turned him and tried again. The horse refused again –– and the second time, he threw Major Monty."
    That glazed look came over the boy’s face again. His voice came out as a dull monotone as he spoke. "Major Monty grabbed the reins and hauled the horses head around, then took his crop to the horse –– from the ground. He cut him –– all around the head and neck. Cut him hard with the crop. Finally, the horse reared up and pulled the Major up with him. He fell back, and the horse kicked out. I could not see exactly what happened next, but they both went down, with the horse on top. When I cleared the horse, the Major was in terrible shape. The horse was in worse. He had a broken leg and one eye was gone. I had to put him down." The boy dissolved in tears.
    Swallow came up just then, and took the lad under his wing. The boy was Swallow’s younger cousin. Charlie surrendered the lad to