The battle was raging, the air hot with smoke, loud with
rifle fire. Then the air turned dim with an eerie mist,
and for Jason Tarkenton, captain of the Confederate
cavalry, the true nightmare began.
Vickie Knox was today's woman dressed like yesterday's,
wearing Yankee garb to play a part. But playacting ended
when a Reb stepped out of the mist and took her prisonerâ€”
They never should have met, never should have battledâ€”
never should have loved. But something had gone wrong with
time itself, weaving together past and present like torn
threads of a tattered tapestry. Something had gone wrong,
and in mending such shredded silk, their loveâ€”and their
livesâ€”might be the final sacrifice.