American Pilgrim Lisbet, Soldier

When the dread forces first threw themselves against the colony’s walls, Lisbet had only been a girl. But her mother had taught her to be brave and her grandfather had taught her to shoot. That very morning the men had handed her father’s rifle and powder horn, along with his boots. The demons hadn’t left anything else worth bringing home, they’d muttered, heads hung low. And so Lisbet had crouched atop the timber wall through sunset, dusk, and midnight. Her mind and body repeated over and over…

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