Jeb Stuart was well known for his audacious raids. In one raid they captured quite a bit of gear from a Union camp, including a trunk belonging to a Union captain. Later, he decided to sit down with his setters Nip and Tuck and go through the trunk. Inside, he found some interesting letters. Aside from adding my character, Baron Callahan, this is what happened.
Lord above. No, this was no sister. Callahan’s face heated. “For God’s sake, Beauty. Have you read this?”
Stuart laughed. “Not that one, but I’ve read several from Katie. Captain Morgan’s mistress is quite colorful and explicit in her passionate missives.”
“What are you going to do with them?” For himself, as guilty as he felt about peering in the woman’s lovemaking, he continued reading, unable to stop himself.
“Oh, I’ll finish reading them all. Captain Morgan liked to brag about how important he is and divulged all manner of operations to his wife and lover. We may be able to find some useful information. After that, I will do what any honorable man would do.”
Callahan replaced the letter and reached for another from the wife. “I’m not even sure what an honorable man would do in this case. Probably not read such intimate letters.”
Stuart laughed again. Callahan seldom saw his colonel without a silly grin, but this genuinely amused him. He returned to his chair with Nip on his heels. “Call, I intend to return Captain Morgan’s letters to his loving wife just as soon as we have gleaned all we can from them. All of them. I would guess the captain won’t be applying for a Christmas leave.”
“After his wife reads these letters the Yanks may be short one captain.”
Stuart reached for another letter from the red-ribboned bundle. “That’s entirely possible. I envision lots of fireworks in the Morgan household. Let that be a lesson, Call. Be true to your lady love or failing that, take up an illiterate mistress.”
Stuart did the honorable thing and returned all the letters to the captain’s wife. No word was heard on the captain’s fate.