“Grant came out of his tent puffing on his first cigar of the day. It was just after dawn and the mist still hung beneath the trees; the grass was beaded with dew. It was almost cool now, but he knew that the heat was only waiting to build up as the sun rose. This place was worse than Mississippi in the summer. If that was possible. He finished his cup of morning coffee and glanced over towards that strange young Latin with the Irish name. He would not sleep in a tent but instead opened his bedr...oll on the ground at night. He was already up and sitting on his heels talking to a dark man in native clothes. Grant went over to them."Are we going to have that little walk in the sun today?" Grant asked."We certainly are, General.""And are we going to meet any of the local fighters—what did you call them?" Grant asked."Guerrilleros,"Ambrosio O'Higgins said. "They are looking forward with great enthusiasm to working with us. In Spanish it means those who fight the little war, the guerrilla. They will join us later today.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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