“The next day was a Sunday, a day on which Jackson would rather not fight, but perhaps he felt he was being helped by a higher power, after all the recent rain, which had seen the Union pursuit bogged down… — Charles River Editors Copy Share Image
“Damned bad luck! “Stop that locomotive!” he yelled. His men drew carbines from their saddle packs and let loose a volley at the train. The engineer spun round in agony, two bullets having smashed into his chest, and he collapsed… — Tony Roberts Copy Share Image
