Cursed
Beerad, Rajputana British India, 1930 Captain George Baxter of the Northern Command of the British Indian Army was sick of the bloody heat. He constantly cursed the moment when he had volunteered to sign up for this bloody reconnaissance mission of the bloody Thar desert. The only reason he had done was because the Major had assured him it was the best thing to under the circumstances. “Move it!” He screamed at his men. What a miserable lot they were, he thought. Most of the men had volunteered for the mission simply because they would have had to face a something much worse, had they stayed back, just like him. It was a different matter that the only crime most of these men had committed was defaulting on the heavy taxes imposed by the Crown. He was determined to hunt down the bastard who had blabbed to the General about his ‘questioning methods’. It had after all been just one filthy Indian who had been blinded. He had been really old too. It was not like the ...