Lard Island News: Terrible Sharp Sword

Well, SELWG has come and gone and as a result of a short holiday it has taken me longer to get this report together than

“Try again, there must be a response”  Captain Sylas Rhodes was worried.  If the lines were down between Middletown and Strasburg that could, surely, mean

Major Preston Prentice’s voice rang clear and true around the camp “And I say unto you my brethren, that the sins of the slavocracy are

“Psssst” Nate Bouldermeir looked around, but for the life of him he could not see any other person as he made his way from the

It had been some hours since Lieutenant Justice T.  Lovetrain had begun to worry.  The piquets and cavalry scouts that should have been abroad in

“Dag Nabbit!  I jes’ can’t talk the priddy way you do Mr Russell”.  Jebbediah Butplug was downcast.  The arrival of Mr William Russell from the

“Dang nabbit, we gone and dun it.  I always said that half o’ this war stuff was jes’ a case of gitting there fustest with

Jebbediah Butplug took a long draw on the stone jar of whiskey and sighed; he was a contented man.  He’d whipped the Yankees twice in

Sergeant Abe Hubermeir cast an experienced eye over the terrain around the stone bridge that crossed Forge Run.  On either side of the river there