The British Occupation of New York
I blinked as the sunlight as the sack was whipped off my head. I was in a barn somewhere, the light glowing through the cracks and the smell of hay thick in the air. I coughed and saw dust flying through the sunlight.
I sitting in a chair in the middle of the barn's floor. And I was staring at a man in the red uniformed outfit of England's soldiers. Medals crossed over his jacket. A large black three pointed hat was perched a top his head.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I wouldn't reveal anything about the Sons of Liberty, about the Culper Ring, or about the Patriots. I wasn't going to say anything, though they'd be likely to either hang me or throw me in jail with other Patriots captured.
"You're only a girl." The man spat on the floor. "Why were you helping the Patriots?!"
I bit my lip.
I closed my eyes.
I felt a hand slapping my cheek, but I didn't move.
"Take her away!" the man bellowed. "She'll be hanged tomorrow morning with the rest of them."
Soldiers that I hadn't seen before because they were behind me came over, untied me from the chair, and escorted me out of the barn.
I was going to die.