Ch 15: The North BridgeThe world had frozen around us. The early robins had abandoned their hunt, and the morning doves had ceased their cooing. For a moment every breathing thing on that green took a unbelieving breath. If there had been any gunpowder smoke from a weapon it blended well with the fog that had not yet been burned off the grass by the sun that had just peaked over the horizon. A dark shadow then covered us and I looked to the East as a small cloud covered the sun. As the sun's rays came once again over Lexington green and the cloud passed the frozen moment was gone, I blinked away the spots left by the bright sun and looked back at Pitcairn across the field, he was looking frantically about trying to locate where the lone shot had come from. Back on the British lines, the light infantry became confused, many men began lowering their rifles at the colonists across the open field. I strained my ears, hoping to hear a command from Pitcairn of hold fire or fall back to the road. Until such an orde
Baseball BatAnd your Love is like a baseball bat,
there's a fight hand over heels for the top spot.
And you always liked smashing things to pieces.
Ch 14: Before the Storm
I woke on April 18th like any other day not expecting it to be any different. General Gage had ordered all men of the light companies and grenadiers off duties until further notice the day after the dinner Captain Laurie attended. We had even less to do now and plenty of time to do it. I had taken to sleeping on the floor these last few days, claiming I wasn't used to the soft mattress, but really not wanting to share it with Alex. I had given up on that boy, done for good with him and his foolish ways.
I stood from the floor and tucked my shirt into my breeches, then I buttoned up my waistcoat and tied my cravat around my neck. I ran my hands down either side of my figure, wishing slightly there was more to it, but glad of the smallness of my curves under the baggy boy clothes as well. As my hands reached my waist I felt something inside the pocket. I reached in and pulled out a letter, the letter from Margaret Gage to Mr. Revere. I had forgotten to give it to him. Well today was as g