It's April 25th, 1865 at a tobacco farm near a small hamlet town of Port Royal Virginia.

It's the middle of the night.

The woods are eerily quiet.

Inside the main house, the Garrett family is sound asleep.

All but Richard, head of the family.

The old man hasn't slept a wink.

That's because there are two men, two strangers, sleeping in the tobacco barn outside.

The men claim to be wounded Confederate soldiers on their way home from the war.

One of the men is on crutches, which supports their story.

There's something about these men that makes Garrett suspicious.

His churning thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock on the front door.

Garrett turns to his wife who wakes with a start, fetch my clothes.

Not only in a night-count, Garrett makes his way downstairs and peers through a window.

Outside, a swarm of union troops and detectives.

Garrett opens the door in an army officer named Everton Conger, waste no time.

Are you Mr. Garrett?

Yes, sir, Richard Garrett.

Who is in the house with you?

My family, my wife and children?

Where are the two men who stopped here at your house?

Garrett grows nervous.

They've gone.

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