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The situation seemed easy enough, march on, occupy the town that controls the road, and keep the other buggers out of it.
The Rebels were first on table but the Lancers doubled their efforts and got there first. A spirited clash of cavalry on main street resulted in the Lancers making what they later referred to as "a feigned retreat".
The White Hats had a go at it but twice their numbers of Bluecoats drove them back and it took the combined work of the Black Watch and the Lancers to settle the issue.
Now it began in earnest. Both sides deployed, the guns opened up, and the fight was on.
With the Rebel artillery silenced and driven off the field and every Blue attack on the town repulsed, it seemed like time to finish it. In went the Lancers and the affair seemed settled. Brigadier Marten's staff began to congratulate him and asked if he wanted to launch a pursuit or let the enemy go.
The question of how it all went so wrong so quickly as never been satisfactorily answered. The Lancers, having suffered heavy casualties, were ordered back to escort the guns while the Fort Henry Garrison moved up to support the Grenadiers and the troops in the town. Suddenly the remains of the Rebel cavalry, which had been written off, doubled around the town. The artillery, startled no doubt, did not adjust their aim quickly enough and sent their shells over their heads. In moments the Rebel riders were upon the Grenadiers and the remnants of the Lancers. Whether it was the surprise or just fickle lady luck, both the Grenadiers and Lancers crumbled and fled without harming the enemy! Now with the light fading, and each side tottering on the edge of exhaustion, Victory or Disaster hung by a thread!