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“Me.  I can give you myself.  I know everything that Mordecai knows.  You won’t get anything out of Priscilla.  She knows hardly anything.  I keep her in the dark on most things for such occasions as these.”  I continued lying.  “If you release her, I shall surrender.”There was silence on the phone, so long that I believed that he had hung up.“Hello?”“I’m still here, Mr. Aquila.”“Do we have a deal?”“Yes, we will acquiesce to those terms.”“One condition; let me speak to my wife.”“Alright,” there was a space of quiet until I heard a familiar voice.“Aquila?”“Yes, Priscilla; I’m here.”“I’m sorry.  I meant t...

“What’d he mean by that?”  Enoch inquired as they walked.Romulus whispered in his ear, “He’s saying that I need to get rid of these contacts.  Quickly.”  He removed them from his eyes, stored them in a small container, and placed them in his pack.“Shouldn’t we destroy them?”“No, Enoch.  I have a better plan.  But, we need to make haste first.  When it gets too hot, we’ll make camp somewhere.”“Sure thing.”They finally found a wonderful spot to make camp.  They ate a bit of jerky and water, while relaxing beneath the tarp that they draped over two Joshua trees.  Romulus dug a hole and carved a trap out of mesquite and ocotillo...

She picked up a large silver bucket and emptied it into an old copper tub.  The tub was six feet in length and held some of the iciest well water that you’ll ever find in Savannah at that time of the year.  It was drawn from one of the deepest wells in Chatham County.  The well had been dug out in the backyard, nearly twenty yards from the back porch.  She walked over to the corner and set the bucket down with the little dent facing outward, always facing outward.“I guess it would help if you added the hot water, Rosemary,” she muttered to herself.Rosemary went back to the corner and took the silver bucket over to the fireplace.  She had a black, cast-iron caul...

I love my great, great, great, great grandmother very much…and she loves me.  And we’ve never even met. It all originated somewhere near Charlottesville, Virginia.  Well, that’s as far back as I can trace it anyway.  There was something magically wonderful about the old Virginia Commonwealth of the late eighteenth century.  The climate held such diversity with its long growing seasons in some areas, but brutal winters in others.  They were so proud of their local boys; particularly Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and John Marshall.  Most political roads flowed through Virginia.Just outside of Charlottesville, there was a certain plantation on a certa...