Monthly Archives: March 2016

The Yanks were riding ‘Hell Bent for Leather’. They wanted to catch up with us so bad that they weren’t really in any type of formation. They were crowded together in a gaggle as they came around the sharp bend … Continue reading →

We continued riding hard following the Chestnut Valley Road, expecting another contingent of Yanks to be blocking our way at each bend of the road.  However, we didn’t run into another force in front of us, but we knew that … Continue reading →

I guess our subterfuge must have paid off because we ambled down the mountain on the trail and weren’t fired on.  Al was in the lead. I was in the middle, and Tom brought up the rear. We came to … Continue reading →

“Leave?” Tom and Al said almost simultaneously. “We just got here a few minutes ago!” “I’ve seen all I need to see,” I answered. “We need to get back to Major Mosby as soon as we can. So, let’s go.” … Continue reading →

The mountain had been stripped of its large trees over the years due to harvesting of wood for building and for coaling (making of charcoal).  There were still coaling roads in this area of the mountain that Hawks had mentioned … Continue reading →

There was a mule in the shed with our horses, and it had the same slack jawed unassuming stare that I had encountered before.  This was the mule of the man whose clothes I stole and knocked out when I … Continue reading →

Before Al could answer, I piped up, “Let’s set some ground rules before we talk about the amount of reward.” Mr. Hawks gave me a discussed look and grunted, “What ground rules?” “Well,” I continued. “In return for $10 U. … Continue reading →

We moseyed up the lane, and when we got within about 20 feet of the house, the door was cracked open and a musket was shoved through the opening. A gravelly voice slurred, “Who’s dat?” Al answered, “Al Madigan and … Continue reading →

I looked down the road and could see nothing due to the setting of the moon. The darkened landscape could not be reconnoitered with any semblance of finding a good ambush site. I thought for a moment and, turning to … Continue reading →