Monthly Archives: May 2015

I positioned my arms so the pistols were behind my coat and couldn’t be seen from the front. I went to the two dead Yanks, who lay almost side by side, and knelt down facing the Yanks on the bridge. … Continue reading →

Shock waves spread in all directions. Two of the locksmen were knocked off their feet. Three of the Union cavalrymen who were nearest to the blast were thrown backwards, but were beginning to sit up. In the early morning light, … Continue reading →

Staying in the dense cover of the trees, I maneuvered down to the Potomac to see what mischief the Yanks were up to. Sure enough, they were definitely up to no good. They had arrived at the covered bridge and … Continue reading →

I trod lightly through the quiet house to the parlor. I stopped at the doorway to the parlor and peeked around the corner. The back of the divan that Daphne had been lying on the last time I saw her … Continue reading →

Ezra stammered, “Is sumpin’ wrong?” I didn’t answer immediately, but took another look at the deceased just to make sure. Once I had confirmed my initial identification, covering my gaffe I answered, “Nothing’s wrong. For a minute there, I thought … Continue reading →

I walked out of Ferry Hill Mansion and saw the servant still holding vigil in front of the house with his shotgun. I asked him what his name was and he said it was Ezra. I saw that the carriage … Continue reading →

One of the servant girls pointed to the parlor on the left side of the hall running to the back of the house from the foyer. I rushed into the parlor. Daphne was lying on a long divan. Her dress … Continue reading →

I couldn’t help Daphne, Mrs. Douglas, Willie, the servant girls or the driver of the carriage. I dropped the pistols to the sides of my legs and uttered, “Oh, no.” They were left to their fate and the expertise of … Continue reading →

We reached the end of the bridge and rolled out onto Maryland’s shore. Then we started a pull up a steep slope to Ferry Hill. Halfway up, the horses were straining just to keep from sliding backward. The driver knew … Continue reading →