Do you know what it was like in that goddamn hellhole of a prison?" The words...

Do you know what it was like in that goddamn hellhole of a prison?" The words were torn from his throat. Caleb shook his head. "I wouldn't presume to say I did." "There were rats the size of house cats. Toward the end we ate them just to stay alive." Caleb closed his eyes against an image that would never leave him. "I'm not sorry that I let you live," he said after a brief silence. Joss glared at him in rage. "You'd put me through that hell all over again, wouldn't you?" he demanded. "Damn you, you would!" "If it meant your life? You're damned right I would. I'd put you through it a thousand times." He paused and drew a deep, tremulous breath. "Joss, step into my boots for a minute. Go back to that day. Remember the screaming, and the cannon fire, and the sound of bullets whistling past your head. This time you're the one that's on your feet, and I'm lying on the ground with my arm gone. I ask you to shoot me-hell, I beg you to shoot me. What are you going to do?" Joss's throat worked as he swallowed. He hesitated for a long time as a variety of emotions moved in his face. Then he said, "I'd shoot you." "You're a liar," Caleb answered. The giant, the man he'd loved and admired from the first day he'd known what it meant to have a brother, glared at him. "God damn you, Caleb-" "You wouldn't have been able to kill me, because I'm your brother. Because you taught me to ride and shoot, because the blood in your veins is the same blood that runs in mine. You would have done exactly what I did, Joss, and somewhere inside yourself you know it." Joss shook his head as if to fling off an image. "You listen to me," he yelled, waggling a finger in his brother's face. "I hate you. Do you hear me? I hate your miserable Yankee guts, and I plan to go right on hating you from now until they put me in a box and throw dirt on top of me!" The

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