Tying off some chain link fence to keep the future tenants inside, and the eagles outside when Jenny screamed KRIS, as she ran across the rope bridge. The little girl grabbed my arm, trying to catch her breath. “There’s a man coming … a wagon… street,” she said, struggling to breathe and talk at the same time. “Where,” I asked. She pointed and I ran to the corner of the roof to get a better look. A box type wagon was several blocks away and approaching our fence. I turned and slung my bow over my shoulder and raced to the nearest Jacobs ladder. We’d fashioned rope ladders with wooden rungs and hung them from the roof tops. I didn’t let anyone use them, they were for emergencies only. This seemed close enough so I swung over and made my way down to the street and within minutes I stood behind our fence, arrow drawn and ready. The wagon moved slowly, taking forever to make its way up the street.
