"Get in the cell you God damned Rebel's girl, and stay in there."  The man in blue shouted as he forced young Krista into the fort's jail.  Her face streaming with tears, she sulked onto the ground.
     "Why would they take me as prisoner instead of just letting me go?  I'm just a woman, I'm no soldier!"  She exclaimed as she layed up agianst the wall, curling into a fetal positon.  "Lord knows how long these Yanks will keep me here.  If'n ever they'll release me..."  Telling herself with a sigh.  Quickly, her sorrow grew to misery.  Krista dropped her head into her hands and sobbed, crying, her mind racing with thoughts.  What of her younger brother?  What of her father in the war?  What of that boy she had met in the last camp, Caleb?  She sat there, not having any plans or hopes of escape.  In hopes of a temporary escape, Krista swept some of the hay on the floor into a makeshift bed, where she quickly fell asleep.

     It was late at night when she heard loud footsteps outside of her cell.  Her eyes opened and she quickly sat up, her eyes trying to fix themselves to the light, with only a waning moon to see by.
     "Who's there?"  She asked, her voice trembling.
     "Hush your mouth girl, and stay there.  You'll be doing as I say tonight."  The mysterious man spoke out, his voice deep.
     Krista's heart was racing, she quickly scrambled backwards, bumping against the wall.
     "Now what did I just say?  I told you to stay put!"  He said, his voice growing louder.  He unlocked her jail cell and walked inside, quickly locking the door behind him.  "Now let's see what we got here.."  He muttered as he reached for a lantern on the wall, giving a light with one of his matches.  As the light in the candle grew, he stepped closer to Krista, shining the flame in her face.  "You been crying girl?"  He asked.
     Krista was paralyzed with fear, her mind drawing a blank.  She simply nodded.
     "Must be hard being a girl locked up in a cell.  How about we ease those tensions?"  He asked as he got closer to her, setting the lantern on the ground.  "Mmm, you have got a pretty mouth girl."  He told her as he leaned in, grabbing her by the head and pulling her lips against his, she could taste the alcohol on his breath.