He had given up, was heading south, retreating from what appeared to be the entire Confederate army, when they spotted him.  Their approach masked by the cacophony of battle, a battery of artillery was almost upon him when he stepped from a tangle of vegetation onto the road north of Dalton Ford.  He froze, squinting through the haze, trying to make out the color of their uniforms.  When he saw who they were, he scrambled back toward the cover of the thicket, but his hesitation cost him.  They were on him in an instant.. Page 4