The battle around the city of Rivas had been fierce before the American unit was forced to retreat. One of the men left badly wounded and unconscience was a lieutenant from Missouri. It was night when he regained consciousness. Despite a leg wound, he pulled himself upright and stumbled in the darkness out of the city and found a horse on the outskirts of town. He rode it sixty-five miles to safety and a long life of adventure.
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