I leaned low over the saddle, and so did Al. I was hoping the rest of the men were doing the same. It never hurt to make as small a silhouette as possible.
Once into the right fork we encountered no more houses. However, as we came around a small bend in the road there were two large buildings to our left, sitting side-by-side on the top of a knoll. These houses had a controlled field of fire down both sides of the road for about 50 to 75 yards. I felt that, if there were any Yanks down this road, they were going to be positioned in these houses.
I yelled, “Follow me,” and began veering toward the end of the house nearest to our troop. Thank heavens the end of the house didn’t have a window, but there were several windows on the front of the house.
We must have completely surprised the Yanks with our rapid gallop toward them. They must have been expecting us, but not in the matter we presented ourselves.
Yanks began to pour out on the front porch of the house still loading their Sharps Carbines as we assaulted. Others leaned out of the front porch windows and began to shoot at us with their Colt pistols. However, they have been so discombobulated by our sudden appearance, their shots were wild and didn’t inflict any casualties.
Al and I began to fire back at the Yanks on the porch, because they had the most dangerous weapons. The rest of our troop really impressed me, because they were, first and foremost, safety conscious. Our left rank, which was behind me, didn’t fire because it would have resulted in possibly hitting the men to their right. The right flank right followed Al’s fire and concentrated on the men with carbines on the porch.
I don’t know where these men hailed from, but they were great sharpshooters with pistols. I saw no less than three men on the porch go down.
We continued riding at break-neck speed toward the end of the house. Yanks were already starting to stampede from the porch for the house next door. We rode up the small knoll, and I guided the troop toward the back of the house.
Al and his rank continued to fire into the back of the first house as we rode behind it and toward the second house. I looked up ahead and saw three Yanks behind the second house holding the reins of about 12 horses. I kicked Stonewall harder, and aiming for the Yank horses, I began firing straight at the Yank horse holders while screaming the Rebel Yell to the top of my voice.
Thanks to eagle-eyed Charles Wright for catching "the hitch in my giddy-up." Sorry for the lapse in posting. This episode picks right up where #243 left off.