Still under heavy rebel artillery fire, I have the Pennsylvania Reserves hunker down at the edge of the East Woods, both to avoid drawing fire and to help blunt Ewell's attack. I also dispatch another brigade from Meade's division, along with a battery each of Rhode Island and US regular artillery, to assist.
Meanwhile, John Bell Hood's old brigade of Texans (he now commands the division, and WT Wofford now leads the Texas Brigade) and Whiting's mixed brigade of Alabamians, Mississippians, and North Carolinians (in the real battle, the commanders of all four regiments of Whiting's Brigade were shot) have revealed themselves in the cornfield and begin trading volleys with the Pennsylvanians. Miller's Cornfield now begins to get bloody.
