Jenny Hart Being Jenny Hart
Captain Jenny Hart rode Garner Girl up along the Middle Cypress to a Northern Wall watch-station; it was the missing Tim Gray’s post. She knew that was where President Harry Smith planned to cross over into the Old World. To make wise use of the time while waiting on her teammates, she visited with the militiamen guarding the gate and watchtower. They informed her that the entire wall was usually guarded by a few dozen thinly spread watchmen. Since yesterday’s incident, more than three hundred militiamen had been activated and dispersed along the fifty-mile border.
The fog was still thickening as she peered northward from the top of the watchtower, so her view consisted of a few treetops shrouded in milky gray; not many trees had survived the combination of Old World forest fires and the Spared Territory’s logging.
The militia sergeant in command did not know who Jenny was or even what right she had to be there. However, her Slingshot 8 chest patch, confident demeanor, and charming good looks got her not only a man assigned to hold her horse, but an escort to the viewing platform.
“What is this, Sergeant, one hundred feet high?”
“Yes, ma’am, thereabouts.”
“What do you think happened to Tim Gray, Sergeant?”
