Lindsey Graham

I've come to inform you that your home is being sequestered for the quartering of Continental Army officers.

You and your family will remove yourselves at once.

A stab of fear runs through you, and your hand twitches on the door handle.

Well, my husband is out at the moment.

Why don't you gentlemen come back later?

He'll be back this evening.

Actually, ma'am, I'm afraid your husband won't be coming home at all.

He's been arrested for aiding and abetting the enemy.

What do you mean?

Where have you taken him?

Ma'am, my orders are to secure this residence.

What right do you have to kick me out of my own house?

My orders are explicit.

Your eldest daughter appears by your side, and the officer flicks his gaze in her direction.

Take whatever belongings you can carry, and the rest will be confiscated.

Where are we supposed to go?

Makes no difference to me.

You might as well join the rest of the Tory scum running off to Staten Island.

Fact is, I don't care where you go, but you need to get out of this house.

And what if I refuse?