I arrive in town, panting, my pail banging my shin.A huddle of villagers surrounds the pillory on the common. This is where we shame our sinners, but now Clyde Aldrus stands upon its platform, repeating his news.There are ships on the horizon, twenty miles east. So the scout tells Captain Rush. Three ships that don’t appear to be carrying calico.XLI.The men in town are silent now. The women buzz with talk of war. Goody Pruett passes our gate on her way to town and tells Mother what she’s heard. This time she does not even extract her usual exchange of a cup of bark coffee. The homelanders and their ships can travel almost all the way to us up the river, until they’re forced to disembark at Roswell Landing. From there, it’s not a long march to Roswell Station and our fruitful farms.They’ll take it all, for a price in our blood. We know they haven’t forgotten their brothers from ’37. Ever since the arsenal was lost, all we have are private arms. Blunderbusses, flintlocks, fowling pieces, pistols.
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