Archive for March, 2010
The fall was coming on fast. This was back in 20. You know the year I mean. It was a mean year for all. I headed my way down to New Hampshire crossing the big lake in a small boat in the dead of a moonless night. Things had been bad that summer, and I was planning to spend some time away from them in my old cabin near White Mountain.
Travelling by night and keeping to Indian trails made travel slow, but I wasn’t about to be found out now that I was away from the gang and the evil that lead them.
The rains came hard on the last three days but I kept on the move. I actually was able to make up some time as most folks with any thought in their head wouldn’t be out in such weather. But the rains hid the smell of the smoke, and the brothers almost got me, luckily they made the mistake of believing they could sleep.
I came upon the remains of my cabin, it was a pile of ash being washed away by the deluge. Luckily I came up from the little creek in the rear, and not walking down the trail up front. The harvest moon lit my way as I departed the bloody scene.
I was hurting and the cold was into my bones. I had always figured Bartlet as neutral territory, and figured I needed a real drink in my belly and a warm bed to recuperate.
As I approached the city limits I was surprised by the changes, the biggest being a new hotel on the corner where John had died. I took it for a sign and flipping my collar up, and pulling my hat down strode right in the front door.
It was all downhill from there, and you know the rest of the story.
They were so proud of what they had done! They had their picture taken and it was on the front page of the local paper the next day.