On the bank of the Redwater River, the west of Border Town.
The snow made it difficult for the carriage to move a single step. They spent half a day hauling their first field artillery out of town.
"What's it this time?" asked Carter, who had been accustomed to the new inventions of the prince. "A larger flintlock?"
"Kind of," Roland answered, and then commanded his people to remove the hook. He adjusted the angle of the gun carriage in person to keep the cannon flat and put the pole in the snow.
