Book Two of the Assassins of History Series: Creators of Chaos
Once we got back to the school house, all the folk who hadn’t walked or rode to town to help put out the fires came out to greet us. There were questions all around, and for a few moments, it was pandemonium.
Finally, I yelled in a loud voice, “Friends, listen!” That got everyone’s attention.
Then I continued, “Let’s all go inside, and Mr. Mumma, who so graciously drove our wagon, will relate what happened.”
This seemed to satisfy the crowd, which perfunctorily went inside.
Once the gathering was inside, I invited Mr. Mumma to stand in the front of the room and give an account of what had occurred. Everyone watched as he went to the front of the room and began his tale.
I weaved my way to the back of the room where Daphne had positioned herself near the door. Only Peggy Newcomer and Mrs. Douglas saw me take Daphne by the arm and slip outside.
We quickly walked around to the side of one of the wagons and into the dark. I suddenly swung Daphne around and into my arms. I crushed her to me and kissed her with such fierceness that I thought it might scare her, but she pressed back with the same unrestrained passion.
When we broke apart, we both had to take deep breaths because, I believe, sheer desire had forced all the oxygen out of bodies. It took a few seconds to recover. I was wobbly on my feet and had to put my hand on the side of the wagon to keep my balance.
I stammered, “I have wanted to do that for a month of Sundays.”
Daphne, who had bowed her head once we broke from our embrace, looked up into my eyes, blushed and admitted, “I have wanted ya to do that since ya left Harpers Ferry.”
It made me smile from ear to ear.