Her gaze traveled from his hand encircling hers to the faded gold braid around the cuffs of his threadbare gray overcoat and then to his face. “You fought for the Confederacy.”
It was a statement. She wasn’t asking him.
He nodded. “I would think the greatcoat would be enough of a giveaway on that count. It is rather distinctive.”
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