Looking west from near the top of the hill, located just to the northwest of Brownsville, I determined that I could skirt the southern base of this hill and ride west for awhile on the Brownsville Road without being in sight of the Yank’s forward infantry regiments. I was still leery of where the Yank cavalry had gotten to. I decided to worry about one thing at a time.
I looked eastward in time to see Captain Edwards’ men hightailing it east through Brownsville and up the mountain trail to Brownsville Gap. I knew I had only a few minutes to get moving or get caught by the advance of the Yanks.
Nudging Stonewall and pointing him toward the aforementioned road, I held on to the saddle pommel for dear life as he lunged forward and scurried down the hillside.
We hit the road, and I reined Stonewall toward the west. He galloped like the wind as we ate up the yardage quickly. When we came to the next set of hills, I turned Stonewall due north into a small cut between two hillocks, which hopefully kept us out of sight of the Yanks. Following the cut between the hills, I slowed Stonewall to a lope so we could maneuver around any large obstacles.
We had proceeded about a thousand yards, when I saw Yankee cavalry on top of the hill to our east. I pulled Stonewall to a halt and remained perfectly still. I hoped they hadn’t seen us, but one trooper looked our way and started pointing to our position.
I immediately turned Stonewall west and we took off up the western hill. Shots rang out but we were up and on the ridgeline in seconds and hidden by woods. I looked down the western face of the hill and saw, through a cut in the trees, a road running north, so I pointed Stonewall downward on a steep trail to the road.
Once we entered the road, I turned Stonewall north and let him run full out.
After a few hundred yards, Stonewall began to slow, and I could tell he was getting tired. His breathing was labored and he was sweating profusely. I slowed him to a lope and then a trot. He was game, but I didn’t want to exhaust and breakdown this wonderful steed.
Suddenly, I heard firing up ahead. We came around a bend in the road and saw Confederate cavalry dashing toward us.