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Rebel Heart
Rebel Heart
Rebel Heart
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Rebel Heart

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A month after General Lee surrenders to the north, Lance Kendell, a Yankee, captures a southern Rebel.
Lance soon discovers that the War Between the States did not end for him.
Harmony Morrison, unaware that the war ended refuses to surrender to a Yankee after he captures her.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 28, 2017
ISBN9781370966189
Rebel Heart
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Therese A Kraemer

Because I am dyslexic, I find writing a challenge, but my love of writing has inspired me to write more than sixty children’s stories, over two hundred poems and thirty-seven Romance Novels. I have also illustrated two story books used by primary teachers and students as a part of a vocal hygiene program at University of Arizona’s Department of Speech and Hearing Sciences.My credits also include four stories published by McFadden Publishing Co. in NYC. I wrote, illustrated and published two books of poetry used as fund-raisers by the Leukemia and Multiple Sclerosis organizations. I wrote illustrated and published in one book, forty-two children’s stories.I had an exhibition at the King Center for the Performing Arts in Melbourne, Fl of my pen and ink drawings of animals. Recently, I have had three E-Book Romance Novels and a book of short stories published on the Spangaloo.Com website and another on the Smashwords.Com website. I make my home in Melbourne, Florida where I continue to write and illustrate

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    Rebel Heart - Therese A Kraemer

    REBEL HEART

    Thérèse A. Kraemer

    Copyright Therese A. Kraemer 2017

    Spangaloo Publishing

    Spangaloo Edition

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    This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, incidents, and places are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, people, or events is purely coincidental

    Cover Design: James Bryron Love

    Ebook Formatting : Alan Thriete

    Editors Note:

    Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.

    Chapters

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Epilogue

    About the Author

    Other Books

    Chapter One

    April 18th 1865.

    Shit, these mosquitoes are eating me alive! Lance cursed, slapping his face. Even though facial hairs covered most of his chin and upper lip, the damn insects found enough of his flesh to feast on.

    How much further until we reach North Carolina, Sergeant Kendell? asked Private Josh.

    I hope before I’m covered with welts, Damn! he slapped his cheek. This Goddam war was over ten days ago and he was still fighting, but it was this awful southern heat and pesky mosquitoes.

    It was almost dark and he and the three men he was traveling with needed to camp for the night. They were on their way home. Josh Klein, still a teenager, lived on Long Island and Paul Glass, a man in his forties lived in Washington. He and William Brown were men in their late-twenties and Billy lived in New Port Virginia. He lived in Silver Springs, Maryland.

    Wearily, hungry and thirsty, they staggered along the dirt road more dead than alive; but they were happy to be among the living. As they rounded the bend a shot rang out hitting Paul in the chest. Stunned for a moment, Lance couldn’t understand why someone had fired at them. What the hell? he cried and they quickly took cover in the thickets as another bullet scattered rocks in the road.

    Who’s shooting at us Sarge? asked Willy.

    I dunno son, but I am damn sure going to find out! He squinted through the sight of his U.S. Army issued rifle. He was certain that it had to be a Rebel, but it was hard to tell where the sharp-shooter was hiding because of the thick tree coverage. They then ran behind a boulder when another bullet whistled by killing the kid beside him.

    Although the war was over, many soldiers on both sides had not heard of General Lee’s surrender on the 8th of this month. He was weary and he just wanted to go home and dammit it was bad enough to die fighting a rotten war but after the war was over to lose your life to a Rebel, well, that was a damn shame! He was not willing to die, not now!

    Sonofabitch! he ranted looking down at Josh, his eye open with the image of fear staring back at him. Too many good men had died in this Goddamn war. Angry, he fired into the foliage and another shot from the snipper whistled by.

    Sergeant, what are we going to do? whispered Willy. Lance reloaded and told him to stay put and to keep up a steady fire as he traveled through the thickets into a clearing. The sniper was an excellent marksmanship and he hated the idea that he had to kill the soldier. Then he realized what he was thinking and couldn’t add another senseless death to the list, so he prayed that he could capture the soldier instead.

    Crouching, he spotted a reflection coming from behind a large rock and he waited a moment. A few minutes of silence elapsed and Lance hoped it was because the Rebel was reloading. He belly-crawled up the hill and saw the sharp-shooter lying on his stomach. He was small in stature and his gray uniform was filthy and ragged. Just another youth he mused. Dammit!

    As the shooter took aim, he slowly made his way on foot to the ambusher. Before he was able to fire,

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