by Erick W. Nason
“Pick your targets, lads. Make them count!” Patrick yelled as he squeezed the trigger on his rifle and began to reload. “We’re going to have a lot of company soon. Be ready to fall back.”
The Rangers followed their training, one man firing while the other covered. Jacob moved and reacted automatically, though he felt a growing anger as he watched the Provincials break and run instead of fighting.
As the flood became a tide of running Provincial soldiers, Patrick gave the order to breakaway. One Ranger would run back while his partner fired, then he would turn and cover his partner. Their accurate fire was effective, but it was not enough to turn the tide.
Here is the opening tale of Ranger Jacob Clarke, fighting alongside his fellow Rangers of Captain Robert Rogers Company, fighting as green-clad wraiths in the thick northern forests and mountains of New York, attempting to stem the French tide as they poured through the Champlain Valley, their sights set on Albany. Will the actions of the Rangers, alongside the Provincials and Red-coated regulars of the British Army, be enough to stop the French and their Indian Allies?