Time Jumpers ~American Revolution~

Chapter 6

Two days had passed since the ball and there were no clues left behind as to who had started the fire, the night of the ball, in the garden. We kept to ourselves, not that we had any information to give to anyone but in this case, it was best to stay out of the public knowledge. Crissy was still going around getting information but not in the way she wanted, no matter how much she fused to Hannah or myself. We couldn't risk anyone getting caught or any suspicion that led to us.

Basket on my hip, I walked out to the line to put up some clothes to dry. Manual labor was something that no one liked to do but it was needed, especially in this time. Sitting the basket down beside the post, I grabbed the pins I would use to hold up the sheets. Picking up the first sheet, I started to pin it on the line as a then saw a strange shadow behind it. Gently moving the curtain aside, I saw another man look my way before falling to the ground clutching his chest.

Looking around to see where he had come from I could hear gun shots, more red coats no doubt. Taking the man's arm, I wrapped it around my neck and with little help from him, I dragged him down to the cellar. Praying no one would be missing me at this time, I placed the man down on a pile of hay before returning to the cellar door, shutting it quickly and bolting the lock. Making my way back to the man I could see him holding his right arm with a grip that was stronger than my own.

"You'll have to let me see it, I can tell if I can stitch it and then bandage it." I tell him calmly making sure not to make him become afraid of me.

Only after hearing my voice did he look up at me, he had dark hair, black it looked black as night and it was just the length of his shoulders, but his bangs were cut at a normal level. His dark brown eyes stared into mine even though there was hardly any light in the cellar thanks to the one small window.

"They'll kill me if they find me." He tells me as he moves to stand but I stop him.

"No, they won't. They would have to get through me first and that is no easy feat. First why don't you start by letting me see your wound, please." I address him again and he nods before sitting down on a stool.

Striking a match, I light a candle and take it over to the table by the stool where the man sat. I would at least need that much light to tell how bad the wound was. He watched me, guarded as he offered me his arm. I lifted his bloodied shirt to see a wound that was obviously a bullet hole. Sighing I knew it would need stitching and that there were some supplies hidden down here thanks to uncle.

"It will need stitch but lucky for you it went straight through. I can clean it, stitch it and then bandage it. You'll live." I say as I stand and walk over to a small cabinet.

Pulling out a jug of water, a needle, rags, thread, and a knife in case I did need it the man stayed silent. Not that is bothered me, if he didn't want to talk then I wouldn't force him to. Taking the supplies over to him he runs his good hand through his hair and shakes his head.

"Why would you help me?" he questions as he looks head not even baring me one glance.

"You have a life just like any other, I hate to see it cut short due to infection for something this small." I say as I take the needle to the fire of the candle to sterilize it.

"Yet you wish to continue to serve the king?" he questions with a scoff.

"No, I am not with the red coats if that's what you think. Perhaps before you pass judgement you should ask my opinion first." I sigh sitting the needle down.

Taking the rag, I quickly wet it and begin to clean the wound despite his hissing in pain. The wound was something that in time and with treatment and cleaning it would heal well. Threading the needle, I saw his eyes widen.