'Jesus,' Luke said. They'd given up on the famous victory long ago and now they gave a toss for nothing but the regiment. To everybody it was a cluster fuck where nobody wins.

to dock an entail

And gainſt the General we will lift our ſwords / And either lanch his greedie thirſting throat, / Or take him priſoner, and his chaine ſhall ſerue / For Manackles, till he be ranſom’d home.

Eight shots per loading may be fired from this studgun with a one-eighth turn of the cylinder after each firing.