Hank pushed on the mattress to sit fully upright, glancing at the healing scar above his gut. Damn, he was lucky Elaine hadn’t aimed any lower. Gut-shot and human, he would have died. “Special Sergeant Major Hank Henriette, Miss, lately of the 26th Company. Forgive me for not rising. May I have the pleasure of your name?” And hopefully that was enough, he didn’t remember half the manners the Church and William had tried to thump into his head. Cain had always-
Don’t think about it!
She stood, apron rustling over her dark dress, and dropped a formal curtsy. “Nancy Charlotte Bancroft, sir. Sharl. And you already know my father.” She rose, brilliant blue eyes and a shy smile. “Thank you for bringing him home, sir. The children will be so glad to meet you.”
It was looking more and more like William had brought Hank home. Why? “The last thing I remember is… being shot. What happened?”
Sharl glanced at her father. Will nodded, a clear go on.
Sharl drew a deep breath. “We don’t know very much, sir-”
“Hank is fine,” Hank interrupted. Sir just didn’t feel right from the girl he’d last seen as a black-and-white young imp in William’s locket. “Your father calls me that.”
A huff, and a gentler scaled nod.
“Hank.” Sharl was definitely pink. “Father said Lieutenant Madhouse called the unit together and told them the peace treaty had been signed, you and Dr. Bluelake had gone to report to Command, and they were free to… to go home.”