I thought he died in the war. The man I fell in love with was a soldier of the enemy. Captain Ross Poldark.
We met during the war, I was trying to run. I knew that I was in great danger, but Ross kept me safe. I refused to talk to any of his men...
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It was now late August. Ross and I kept our relationship secret from his men.
There was tension in the air, the war coming to an end. The Continental Army was close to gaining power over the British.
I was anxious for it all to be over. I missed my family, but I enjoyed being with Ross. I hope he would understand why I kept my secrets.
Speaking of secrets, I recently discovered something. It was too early for anyone else to guess at it.
As I got up and got dressed for the day, I planned on telling Ross. But I was startled out my thoughts at the sound of guns shots.
Staying away from the windows, I run down the stairs searching for Ross.
From listening I could tell the gunshots were coming from farther away then I first thought. I couldn't see any soldiers from the windows inside the house.
From the distant shouting, I learn that Continental soldiers had ambushed us. Before I can even stop to think, my feet starting running into the woods.
Maybe I can stop this. If the Continental soldiers knew who I was I could stop them from harming the British soldiers. I could protect Ross.
I feel everything slow around me as I spot Ross lying on the ground.
I run to him and fall to my knees crying. I notice a gunshot wound on his left thigh.
"Katrina, what are you doing out here? It's not safe." Ross gasps in pain.
"No, you need me. Let me help you."
"Katrina please-"
"No Ross. How many are out here? What happened?" I ask him as I try tear away the fabric around his wound so I can see how bad it is.
"They're taking us out one by one. Not sure how many there are, but they out number us 3-1." Ross grunts.
I rip a strip of cloth off the bottom of my apron and tie it tightly around Ross's injured leg. My hands are shaking and stained with Ross's blood.
Ross and I both freeze when we he a twig break behind me. Ross's eyes flick behind me and the way his eyes widen I know it's a Continental soldier.
I slowly turn to see a familiar face. The soldier worked closely with my uncle at the beginning of the war.
"Katrina?" John asks in shock.
"John, thank God." I sigh.
"Katrina, come here. That soldier could attack you." John says keeping his eyes on Ross.
"John, please. Order your men to stand down. Nobody else needs to get hurt." I plea.
"I can't do that. If he hurts you, your uncle will never forgive me." John insists.
"My uncle hasn't seen me in months. I trust him, please Ross has been shot and needs help." I beg.
"Katrina-"
"Don't make me pull rank on you John." I growl.
"Fine, I'll go order my men to stand down, but you have some explaining to do afterwards." John sighs.
I kneel by Ross as John runs off.
"Katrina, who was he?" Ross frowns.
"He worked with my uncle in the beginning out the war." I reply.
I hear more footsteps,and thinking it's John I don't turn around.
"Good, please come help me. He's been shot in the leg and-"
"Miss, I need you to step away from the British soldier." A Continental solider orders.
"No, this man needs help." I snap back at him angrily.
"For your safety Miss, I must insist."
"No." I reply coldly.
I feel arms pull me up and away from Ross.
"Let me go!" I yell.
"Please stop struggling Miss." the soldier grunts.
"How dare you? Let go of me!" I shout fuming.
They begin dragging me away further from Ross. I somehow rip myself out of the soldier's grip.
Instead of running back to Ross, I turn to look at the soldier.
"My name is Katrina Washington and you will follow my orders. Stand down and you will help this injured solider." I say sternly.
