Sam talked to Washington and Washington told her that the Militia was read to move out. Sam was the first one out and ready to move forward. The filly was going to stay behind at Mt Vernon only because Sam didn’t want the foal to die.
“Bye, Jasmine,” Sam said, putting two bales of hay in Sasha’s stall.
Sam got onto Sasha’s saddle and rode to the front of the regulars and the militia. Sam knew that it wasn’t a possible way that the British army wasn’t ready for Sam’s plan.
“We’ll rest here for the night,” Sam told the regulars and the militia.
Sam got off Sasha and tied her to a tree. Sam brought out her sword and took a section of her hair and cut it.
“Sam,” Jéan said walking towards her, “what are you doing?”
“I am cutting my hair,” Sam started as she struggled to get the section in the back, “Could you cut the back section for me please?”
Jéan took his sword out and cut Sam’s hair in the back and said, “You know this is going to be really short, right?”
“My point exactly” Sam replied.
Jéan put his sword back in his sheath and Sam finished cutting the last section of her hair and walked over to the river and dipped her head in the ice cold water.
“By doing that, your hair is going to turn into ice,” Jéan said.
Sam replied “I know.”
Sam quickly grabbed a towel, which was a saddle blanket, and dried off her hair. Sam had recently dyed her hair black but no one knew about it. They walked from the river back to the camp.
“Sam, what did you do to your hai?.” Ben asked shockingly.
“I dyed it black,” Sam started, “and I cut it off.”
“I think it’s a good look for her,” Jéan added.
Not a moment later, General Washington asked Sam the same thing that Ben had asked her. Sam explained everything again. Sam realized that most of the men asked her the same thing that General Washington and Ben asked her.
The days of not fighting had gotten to the regulars and the militia. One of the regulars started picking a fight with Gabriel.
“Your cousin is really crazy to be doing a man’s job,” the regular told Gabriel.
“So what if she is crazy? she’s a great General,” Gabriel shouted.
They kept fighting, so Jéan went to get Sam and Washington.
“Sam and Washington, there is a fight going on,” Jéan exclaimed.
Sam and Washington rushed out to the fight.
“ENOUGH!” Sam yelled as they kept fighting.
“Gabriel Edward Martin,” Sam started “you know better! Damn it!”
Gabriel immediately straightened up.
“What do you to have to say for yourselves?” Washington asked.
“The regular started it,” Gabriel stated very strictly.
“Is that true?” Sam asked the regular.
