Sam, Washington,Villeneuve, Ben, Burwell, and Gabriel rode side by side, leading the militia. Sam was looking at the sky thinking How did she make it this far by herself? Sam lost her memories from the age of 16 on back because she suffered a concussion from falling off Sasha and hitting her head on the ground multiple times. The militia rested, and they all pitched tents to rest in. Sam stayed up and wrote in her journal. Sam fell asleep sitting up on her pillow. Gabriel woke Sam up at 5:20 a.m.
“Sam,” Gabriel whispered, “Get up.”
Sam opened her eyes. As Sam went to stand up, she stepped up wrong and sprained her ankle. Gabriel helped Sam limp her way to her horse and grabbed an ankle brace to put on her ankle. She stayed on her horse. Tavington didn’t see the militia for a while now. Little did Tavington know that the militia’s of the colonies joined forces. Both the British army and the militia had no clue when the next battle was going to be.
“General Martin,” Burwell started riding up next to Sam, “You look tired and sore.”
Sam looked at Burwell and nodded her head yes. Mainly during that week, it was practice with Villeneuve training the militia and the rebels run by her and her grandfather. Sam called Villeneuve into the main tent so she could share her ideas and what she had planned.
“Washington is going to take half of the army and my idea with the militia is that we walk out to meet the British army on the actual battlefield, and retreat after two shots. Then the armies will help us after we retreat,” Sam finished her sentence.
Jéan walked out and another person walked into the tent. Sam looked confused at first.
“I am surprised that you don’t remember who I am,” the person remarked, still walking towards Sam.
“Johnboy?” Sam questioned the person.
“Yeah, Sam,” Johnboy started, “You are acting like you don’t remember me. How come?”
Sam replied, “Because I hit my head one too many times falling off my horse.”
Johnboy looked at Sam and replied “Falling off your horse one too many times. How did that happen?”
“My horse gets spooked easily,” Sam started “and then runs towards the nearest tree, leaving me to fall off her.”
“Ha ha ha! I can’t interview a General who keeps falling of her horse,” Johnboy said with a laugh while pulling out a pen and his journal.
“Are you planning any strategies for the next battle?” Johnboy asked Sam.
“Yes, I am” Sam started, “Well it is a secret. I won’t put the plan out there for the British to read if one of them gets ahold of your newspaper.”
“What!? That makes no sense at all,” Johnboy said,, staring at her with a confused look on his face.
Sam grabbed Johnboy’s journal and pen from his hand,, scribbling out everything from what she said before and wrote down the opposite of her plans. He looked over her shoulder, reading it.
“What!? That’s crazy! Why would you do such a thing? That’s suicide!” Johnboy said, spinning her around.
“Do you actually think I would really do that?” she said, rolling her eyes at him, “Hence the reason for the British to think that I am actually going to do this.”
“Wait... you're not... going to do that?” Johnboy started with his hand hitting his head, “Why am I so dumb to think that?”
Sam left her plan our on her desk and Johnboy continued his interview.
“Oh Johnboy, before you go, this is for your journal shack,” Sam said, standing up with a wrapped package.
