The volunteer, a poor freeman in tattered clothes, stood waiting as well, his new pistol, the bait that had lured him to the fort’s defense, thrust in his belt. The governor’s earlier recruiting efforts, his appeal to the islanders’ patriotism, and even more so his promise of a free pistol, had y...
While searching the town for the Porsche, Paulie had seen a bar on Lake Street. He decided to have a drink and maybe ask a few questions. Paulie kept his eye out for the Porsche on his drive back to town. He opened the door to The Freighter View Tavern, headed straight towards the bar and order...
