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- Write something readers want to read. No word limit, no guidelines. Your only prompt is: The year was 1865…. (feel free to ignore the prompt, creative genius never bound by rules or prompts)
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Why the battle happened remains something of a mystery.
It goes on to tell about initial success and eventual defeat of Barrett’s men three days later.
After some confusion and fierce fighting, the Union forces retreated back towards Boca Chica.
Now I present…
Cera Chronicles – Palmito Ranch
This frigging war was supposed to be over.
Sweat dribbled between my breasts, but a refreshing late-spring breeze wafted in from the Rio Grande. Crushed foliage sweetened the humid air—ripe with man-sweat and horse manure. Through the mass of blue uniforms, I saw a bright red face scanning the mayhem.
Barrett bared his teeth. “I’ll find you, Cera!”
I suppose I was to blame for this battle. Theodore Barrett, leader of the Sixty-Second U.S. Colored Infantry, had accused me of being a spy when he caught me stealing a family heirloom. But one look at me and he prefixed his assumption with “witch”. I denied the accusation. And then I torched his office with a fireball.
I probably should’ve clarified about not being a spy before leaving. He might not have sent his Lieutenant Colonel to attack the Confederate encampments.
“Colonel,” shouted a voice.
Barrett focused on the speaker. “What?”
“Sir! The Confederates are attacking from our flank! Brings the total to six 12-pounder field pieces, sir.”
Time to return to my companions and get off this world.
The artillery boomed. Marshy, windswept prairie exploded at my feet. I dodged debris and checked the sack of relics I’d collected. They’d better not break. Local world rumor said these little trinkets held mystical healing power. Since my goal was to find a cure for my dad’s coma, I wanted to give them a try.
A hand grabbed my arm. “Cera.” William, a runaway-slave-turned-Union-infantry, leaned closer and raised his voice over the battle noise. “Help us!”
I sighed. William was the only reason I hadn’t left already.
I shook free of his grip and focused on the Confederates reloading their cannons—hazy silhouettes against a burnished backdrop. I wasn’t in the mood for mass slaughter. Defense maybe? I cracked my knuckles. Which gun would go off first?
Second from my left fired. I summoned water and hit the projectile from the side. It flew off-course, taking out chaparral before crashing into the water. Crap. I needed better control over this or I’d kill someone myself.
William stared at me, mouth gaping.
I shrugged and rolled my eyes. Locals. “What did you expect when you asked for my help?”
Another blast from the artillery. I tried for a direct counter and threw up a frozen wall in the shell’s path. The 12-pound round struck it and exploded in a glorious display. Ice and shrapnel rained down on both companies. Cries rose from the men I’d meant to protect.
I winced. They might be better off without me.
A cacophony of pistols and swords continually assaulted my eardrums, but nothing more from the big guns. Why hadn’t they fired again?
The cannons boomed, belching smoke. And six soaring spheres.
Horns blared, and Barrett screamed, “Retreat!”
Be sure to check out Elizabeth’s new book, Bella’s Point—now available for purchase.
Isabella Troy Stanley is a divorced, slave freeing pariah surviving in the shattered post Civil War south the only way a fallen debutante knows how.
She heads to a Yankee prison and buys herself a husband.
Jack Byron is the former Troy plantation stable boy and object of young Bella’s affection. He rejected her then, and he’s still not sold on the idea of marrying her now.
Though to Bella, it’s simple: make Jack love her, marry her, and live happily ever after. The plan seems to work…at least until her secret is revealed.
Cover art by Sprinkles on Top Studios.
Elizabeth is a wife, a mom, and a writer. She has four wonderful boys, one dusty house, and three published books to her credit. Feel free to check them out and buy them HERE! Erm, the books, not the kids or the house…though all things in life are negotiable. 😉
Additional fact-checking information:
In his report, Barrett states the enemy used six 12-pounder field pieces. The cannons were likely Napoleons, since that was the favored weapon of both sides, and the shells surprised Barrett and his men. Total casualties came to 4 killed and 12 wounded for the Union (strength of 500), and 5-6 wounded for the Confederacy (strength of 300). The battle was considered a Confederate victory.
Based on the amount of research I did for this piece, I’ve decided I never want to write a historical. I stand in awe of those who do.
Have you ever toyed with history? Have you read Elizabeth’s book? Are you participating in her challenge?