Gritty, realism.
Here is another unedited extract from A ghost and his gold:
“The following day, Robert volunteered to accompany the wagons which were going out to retrieve the bodies of the British troops who had fallen during the skirmish.
At daybreak, the Boers had declared a truce to enable this expedition of recovery and Robert had leaped at the opportunity of escaping the town, albeit for a short time and for such a miserable purpose. Viewed from his hard seat in the back of the wagon, the glorious early morning sky with its fluffy white clouds tinged with varying shades of pink did not bring him the happiness he sought or expected. The journey seemed endless and his trepidation at what he must find at the end of it grew with each jolting rotation of the wooden wheels over the rutted ground. His chin gradually dipped until it rested on his…
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