Monthly Archives: June 2015

Civil War Transcendence, part 156

All of us ducked and I even hit the dirt like an infantryman being shot at by a sniper, who undoubtedly had taken the marshal out. Apparently, he was considered a weak link, and I don’t mean on the internet. … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 155

Mr. Throckmorton thought for a moment and then answered, “I do recall someone saying he was distantly related to the marshal in Harpers Ferry.” I declared, “That explains a lot. Please continue.” “Well, about four years ago, Marshal Wells appeared … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 154

Marshal Wells sputtered, “No. Nothing is wrong.” I came right to the point. “You were seen with the raider we killed a day before the raid, and now you let the Yankee prisoners that were in your charge get the … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 153

We arrived at the livery out of breath, just in time to see two Yanks on horses break out of the front of the building and head south out of town. All three of us started firing our pistols at … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 152

I yelled at Jonah and Jeremy to disarm the two Yanks that had fallen in the initial firing of weapons by our group. Then, I took off running to the Yank that had fallen about two blocks away. As I … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 151

Thank the Lord for the 2nd Amendments to the U.S. and C.S. Constitutions. In about three minutes, there were six men who came back to where I was standing with shotguns and squirrel rifles, and one man had a blunderbuss. … Continue reading

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Civil War Transcendence, part 150

I re-cocked the pistol that I had discharged between the wounded trooper’s legs and interrogated, “Where are the other three of your men?” “Gone across the bridge to catch the horses,” replied one of the men without hesitation. I commanded, … Continue reading

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