Chapter 10: Sorra Resigns Her Commission

The eastern garrison at Thornfield Post sat at the edge of a supply line that had been extended three times past what Sorra would have drawn it.

She stood at the post commander's table — a door balanced on two sawhorses, the map weighted at its corners with ammunition canisters — and walked her finger along the road from the Mirewood outlet to the post itself, seventeen miles of corridor through terrain that narrowed to a single passable track in two places, both of which she had ridden that morning in freezing rain that turned the chalk substrate to something closer to soft cheese.

"Resupply interval," she said.