Too small to carry the whole of the Union’s Gen. Negley's men, it remained unused and deserted. As he ran, David ignored the strange stares of the men and quickly turned off onto the deserted road. Running as fast as he could, his lungs began to scream for relief as they were being pushed to their limit of endurance. He could feel sweat pouring down from under his hat and his feet pained as they tried to carry the load of David’s heavy frame, unsupported in the old leather boots. Running, isolated and alone, David openly cried out loud, his emotions flowing unabated. Months of desperation and hopelessness he had buried inside him were now the life blood that flowed through him. David was now consumed by his despair. Behind him, as he ran, David began to hear the sound of hooves. The sound grew louder by the moment. Looking over his shoulder, David saw the familiar white bearded face of Dr. Morgan, determined and focused as he clutched the reins of his horse. Hunched forward in the saddle and kicking his horse’s underbelly with his stirrups, he road purposefully, quickly closing in on David's location.
