It's January 1781 in Camden, South Carolina.

The Revolutionary War is in full swing, and the crown has a firm grip on the Carolinas.

A British colonel on horseback inspects the long line of redcoats marching through the

Money Street.

The British just delivered America a crushing defeat at the Battle of Camden, and they've

made the town their main supply post for their southern campaign.

Camden is filled with American prisoners of war, forced to labor for the British garrison

station there.

Among the prisoners is a Lanky boy of 13, and his brother, both couriers for the Continental

Army.

The boy struggles to carry a sack of feed for the horses.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as the British colonel dismounts his horse and

steps right in a deep puddle of mud.

God damn it, that's you, boy.

The boy is exhausted.

He knows if he does not deliver the sack, he will be struck, so he chooses to ignore

the officer.

Boy, I called you.

Put down that sack and come here.

I have a job for you.

Wherely, the boy does as he's told and approaches the officer.

The boy is ill.

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