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CHAPTER I
The sun drifted across the deep azure sky like a golden pendant,
playing bright licks of flaming sunlight off thatched grass roofs. Snug,
the steep hills above the teeming wharf at the head of an otherwise
sleepy harbor.
shop at the bottom of the hill. Its gilded sides were adorned with the
picture of a post boy, with flying horse and horn, and gilt letters
The driver shifted his enormous girth toward the edge of the bench
opening the door to the rear compartment. His jacket showed white
perspiration rings under the arms, both a measure of his obesity and the
unsteadily toward the door on spindly legs that bowed outwardly, beneath
The tailor shop door swung open noisily, on rusty hinges, and a
gentle breeze entered with the driver, sending small swirls of woolen
lint into the air around his feet. "Good day, ma'am." The driver said,
dark corner of the room, holding her work up to the light of the open
door to examine it. "I've a letter for a Master Fitzsimon, and I've
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"Aye, Miss." The driver said, bowing smartly. "Enjoy the fine day,
now. It looks like the weather's on our side for a change." The
shifted his weight between the braces of the single harness on the
perch, and for the quick tug on the checkrein that would bring him back
to life. The prattle of wagon wheel and hooves droned off gently into
the distance.
The door to the privy slammed shut with a hollow thump, and a
young man with thick, wavy hair, in tattered clothing, standing well
over six feet tall, with thick, broad shoulders, hurried down the narrow
brick path, through the tiny, but lush green garden toward the front of
the shop. He tugged on the front of the worn linen shirt that barely
covered him from the elements and that strained open across his huge,
muscular chest.
entered the shop, and the door slammed shut behind him. "Mister
Gordon'll be back any minute and you know how he gets if he finds you
away from your work." She held her work up to the light of the tiny
window beside the door. "Since you are right here....." She said, "How
about holdin' this for me for just one second, while I pin it. That's
He worked in the loft, toiling and sweating never less than fourteen and
often eighteen hours a day, for little more than his room and board,
discarded cloth, and the rats, who envied his nest-making abilities, and
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he was; waking him during the night by walking or running over his
sleeping body.
stopping Edward just before he reached the top step. "There's a letter
for you in today's post. It's on the table by the door." Molly Young
smiled, as he came down the stairs to get his letter. She shared
Edward's youthful dream of going to the New World. They had talked many
times while Mister Gordon was away, sharing problems of the present and
wishes for the future. She admired the young man, and cared for him as
one of her own. Weeks before, waving a handbill he had picked up on the
waterfront in her face, he said, "I have it, Molly! I have it! This is
it!!" He gushed. "Have what, youngster?" She asked. "I have a way to
shoulders. "Slow down and tell me what you're talking about." "I'm
motion, then bouncing her feet back to the floor with a wet kiss on her
cheek. "A re-what?" She asked, wrinkling her brow. "A redemptioner.
See, it says right here." He said, pushing the handbill into her face.
She read:
where land ownership is open to all, and every man's rights are
"That's how I'll get there, Molly!" He said with glee. "I've
already written for my passage." Edward had bounced happily to the loft
those weeks before, before she had a chance to explain to him how little
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Edward was alone in the world at eighteen. His mother yielded to
the horrors of smallpox shortly before his fifteenth birthday, six years
to the day his father was thrown from a wagon and killed, during a
storm. With the demise of his mother, the younger children had been
sent off to the homes of relatives, while Edward, who was old enough to
work, had been placed by the courts with Thadeus Gordon. Thadeus Gordon
He knew the boy would work long and hard out of sheer desperation,
unwilling to allow Edward into his home, even though he was a blood
virtual slavery.
Edward clutched the envelope hard to his chest, closing his eyes
without opening it, then he bounded up the stairs, three at a time, just
ahead of Mister Gordon, who boomed through the front door, carrying two
the last of it in the loft now, and we are almost........" Her words
lout, now?" Thadeus Gordon growled. "Curse the day I ever agreed to
his keep. Eats me out of house and home. Hasn't earned the bread that
keeps his belly full for one day since he's been here. He'll never make
a tailor, that's for sure." He shook his fist toward the loft, then
sauntered into his office behind the shop. "Perhaps I'll trade him for
gold. The next Gold Coast slaver to put into the harbor, I'll put him
on it."
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Molly took a deep breath, gesticulating toward the heavens, and
toward Edward in the loft, knowing full well that Gordon meant the words
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place. They groaned deeply with every tidal swell that rose up beneath
the slippery timbers of the old wharf, loosing damp, musty odors with
each movement. A rat, making his move to enter the hold of the wooden
ship that lay ashore, packed with provisions for the six to twelve week
voyage for the 150 passengers, 40 crewmen, and the two dozen horses and
hawser, lost its footing, and tumbled, twirling head over heels into the
of fourteen guns, stood Captain John Jacob Von Steuben with his first
mate, Troy Merrill, and Young Edward Fitzsimon, who stood a head taller
He stood erect and proud, and the gentle breeze tousled his thick
hair and made it stand on end in bunches. At his feet lay a small
top. The drawstring had been sewn in place by Molly Young the day
Thadeus Gordon, who would have called in the sheriff to avoid losing his
The day was February 13, 1740, and the sun's rays accented the
cottony edges of the white and grey clouds that floated randomly about
the otherwise crystal clear blue sky. A mild breeze set Captain Von
He had been at sea for almost all of his life, first setting sail
at the age of ten. His travels had taken him around the world, and
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conditions were excellent, but fast deteriorating, and that storms were
toward the purser, who, with a wave of his arm, beckoned Edward, the
Freight Company, and gave the order to his first mate to get underway.
religious band from Holland and Germany that hoped to make Penn's land a
refuge from persecution. Their leader, a man named August Klinger, died
in Rotterdam, just before the company was set to sail. His widow and
The last of the cargo was stowed, and all the hatchways made
secure and fast for the beginning voyage. All hands quickly made ready
at sea detail, letting go the lines that had held the vessel steady in
of the captain and the pilot, who assisted in clearing the crowded
Young Edward sat, feet curled beneath him, using the oaken sides
of the hull as a back rest, and rocked with the gentle lift of the green
swells of briny sea beneath them. Around him were throngs of people who
had followed him above decks for a breath of fresh air, for none now
"Are you travellin' alone, son?" A kindly voice beside him asked.
"Me?" Edward asked, defensively, afraid that Mister Gordon had sent
The older man's eyes studied the face of the teenager who traveled in
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blacksmith, and the thick, sinewy arms of a wrestler, and whose eyes
"Tis a grand land we're sailin' for, my boy." The man said, in a
I've heard. Tis all a man could wish." He said, a smile forming on his
lips.
He turned toward the man, who was much older than he, but still a
young man, perhaps in his late thirties, or early forties. His tanned
face showed hard lines around the eyes and mouth, but overall his look
was gentle, and Edward thought he looked much as he imagined his father
would have looked. "You've been there, then?" He asked the man,
hopefully.
Edward asked, exitedly, since that was his destination as well. His
face was aglow with the hope that something his companion might say
would convince him that his decision was the right one.
of houses, unlike anything you've ever seen. It's uncrowded. Not like
Suddenly, the man became quiet, looking toward the water, his head
hanging in sadness. "Are you alright, sir?" Edward asked, his voice
both hands. Through a long silence he peered pensively over the bow of
the bow.
At long last, he spoke, his eyes shifting away from the waves
beneath the ship, and drank in the panorama of unbroken ocean horizon,
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Then he turned to Edward, his face attempting to mask a deep and
continued. "It was to return to the New World with my new bride that I
"I'm sorry, sir." Edward said, his voice betraying the sadness he
felt over the loss of his own loved ones. "Smallpox." The man said,
simply. "While I was on the high seas, comin' back for her. The house
stopped talking.
The two stood in silence for some time while they swayed with the
rocking rhythm of the fair, green, ocean. "What will you do when you
redeem myself to him. I'll work off the debt as his houseservant." The
talked. The cool sea breezes hove the vessel onward ever more quickly
answer as the air became colder and the sun plunged for the horizon,
signaling the end of their first day at sea. He had learned self-
grey, bushy eyebrows over soft, blue eyes that showed gentle lines of
told not far from Philadelphia." Edward answered, spitting into the air
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The gentleman turned the collar of his mackinaw inward, and shook
his head, pensively. The coat was his prize possession. He had traded
Philadelphia?"
The answer was lost in the febrile furor that came suddenly from
the ship's crow's nest, and the lookout posted there, who warned
furiously churning the waves to whitecap and beyond, until they built to
a small waterspout that rose to a height even with the top of the
into it. It then gradually slowed and drifted off the stern, and
In a matter of minutes, the squall had swept the vessel off course
and was pushing it toward the rocks off the end of the shoal. The sails
were dropped quickly, but not quickly enough. "Drop anchor!!" Captain
The ship was forced hard against the anchor. It finally broke loose
under the strain, tearing a great hole in the side of the vessel in the
until the vessel was driven upon the hard bank with a huge crash.
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vessel and themselves. Passengers and crew alike fell to their knees to
pray. One of August Klinger's sons managed to get to his feet and inch
his way along the gunwales to the helm, where the captain and his
helmsman stood, held fast by ropes lashed to the helm. The ropes were
"All will be well, Captain Von Steuben!" The young man screamed
into the driving gale, as if he felt it was his job to reassure the
The harassed captain sternly admonished his passenger to get back in the
holds, but his voice betrayed his own forlorn acceptance of impending
death. "I have had inward promptings of the spirit!!" The young man
screamed once more at the top of his lungs, cupping both hands toward
Suddenly, the ship was rocked to its timbers by a huge wave that
knocked the young Klinger over the rail in a wash he never even saw. He
himself back aboard. When his feet hit the deck, he quickly disappeared
into the hold, saying nothing more. Another huge wave crashed over the
gunwale, one that would surely have taken him, too, unleashing a
groaning creak from deep within that made all of them certain the vessel
had split.
Against all laws of nature and physics, the vessel was lifted
somehow by the last powerful wave, and carried to a safe place away from
the shoal, where it certainly should have been destroyed by the waves
alone. But destroyed it was not, for no reason known to any of them,
and they were somehow able to ride out the fury of the storm. On the
21st they reached the Downs, where they secured, managed to drop anchor
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Eventually the damage was brought under control, then they again
sailed out into the great ocean beyond, now delayed by over a week.
Each day of the rest of the voyage, everyone aboard, even the crew,
got worse before they got better. The vessel tumbled atop the giant
swells for weeks on end. Anyone who had to venture onto the deck was in
danger of being washed overboard, and there was the perpetual sound of
retching and groaning from within the hold. It was as though the miracle
wave that saved them from the fury of the storm brought with it a
With the sun going down for the day at the end of the first weeks
brilliant oranges that danced from cloud to cloud, blending softly with
what was left of the deep blue sky after a nearly perfect sailing day.
Exultant shouts of "Land, Ho!!" drifted onto the decks from some crewman
hidden high in the mainmast crosstrees. Welcome words for those few
"Be the Good Lord willing, we land June 23rd." Edward said aloud
had met along the way, starting with the gentleman who had known of
Doctor Witt.
The poor gentleman was washed overboard during the very first
storm the ship encountered, taken over the side as he and Edward stood,
first big wave took several poor souls over. Only Edward, among the
comment. John Harris, another skinny, haggard survivor spoke the words
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quietly. He looked at Edward from the bulkhead leading into the hold.
likely lay off shore for the night, and make for port with the new
light. Them pirates lay in wait this time of day." His eyes drifted
"It won't make much difference to the lot of them when we land,
of his arm over the unwashed survivors in the roundhouse. "They aren't
going to make it anyway." Most lay half naked upon the rough deck
planking, among the tubs they had used for their bodily functions, too
Captain Von Steuben, normally a very kind captain, and his ill-
fated Kalmar Manheim, had fallen victim, as so many vessels to the new
through the ranks of passenger and crew alike. Provisions which would
have only been the minimum for those on board under normal conditions,
gave out entirely after the storm delay. The captain had been forced to
increase the rations to his crew and those able-bodied enough to help
came at the expense of many of the hapless immigrants, and nearly all
homeland, and who had set sail nineteen weeks before, 100 died before
reaching the promised land. Those who could afford least for their
passage, had to endure the worst conditions of all. Among those, Edward
to reach the New World alive, and the captain's realization that he,
Edward, was strong enough to help, and was therefore entitled to the
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the dock, ragged clothes dripping over his emaciated frame. He leaned,
was surprise at the hoarseness of his own voice as he spoke. The young
black man standing before him flashed a wide grin, revealing neat,
alabaster white teeth. He leaned his head back and laughed with a loud
Edward studied the young mulatto, who stood before him, well-
dressed in fine Amish black linen. His glistening leather boots were
polished to a silvery shine. The young man was well spoken, quite
obviously well educated, but still moved with the humble mannerisms of a
appearances.
"Nay, lad." The young man laughed. "A doctor I'm not. What I am
thought he had been mistaken for the doctor, and his belly shook with
quiet, wheezy laughter. He shook his head back and forth, clucking his
tongue as he realized what poor condition Edward was in. Edward was
doubt you've seen all the sea bisquits you’ll ever want to see again.
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"It must have been a fitful journey." Robert said, dividing his
answered, quietly, leaning hard into the side of the carriage. "I
head down and was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I'm
sorry I can't say the same for most of the others. Twas a bloody hell
He sighed, then pulled himself up to look out the window. "By all
said, changing the subject from the voyage he wanted to forget. "Aye.
It is." Robert agreed. "This was only farmland, and good farmland, at
that, where this tavern and row of homes now stands, when I first set
eyes upon the City of Brotherly Love." He shook his head at the
Robert turned the brougham into the right fork in the road ahead,
and started the long, gradual climb to the highlands known as the
Schuylkill River and follows its contours and turns. "Where does the
left fork lead, Edward asked, casually, as they passed it by. He was
trying to track him down. "Turks Head." Robert answered. "Four days
Still wilderness and populated quite heavily with savages, except in the
Edward nodded. "I've read about the red savages here," He said,
"A Godless people, the lot of 'em." He spat the words out rather
Robert smiled, then leveled a sobering stare into the eyes of his
young charge. "You are but a young man, Master Edward." He said,
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before running a finger under Edward's chin, where only a whisper of a
beard stirred. "Tis a bit early for you to be judging any men when you
eyes upon." He smiled, enjoying the fact that Edward's face turned
scarlet with embarrassment. "It is heart that makes a man, not the
first time in Edward's young life that he had really pondered the
leaned hard against the door, and rested his head against the window.
judge a man on what he appears to be. Look to his heart. Now Doctor
Witt, why, there's a man with heart. Has the heart of a saint, he
does." Robert chattered on, listing many of the good qualities of the
Doctor. But he drew his words up short when he glanced toward Edward
after a while to see his reaction, and realized the young man, slouched
hard against the inside of the heavily padded and velvet lined coach,
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The small table near the back door of the tavern they called
Turk's Head Inn was covered with a coarse, faded, red checked linen
table cloth. The pattern was woven into the cloth, and it hung unevenly
The long end of the table cloth was draped sloppily over the legs
of the muddy, tattered and barefoot man who slept face-down on the
table, snoring, drooling spittle out of the corner of his mouth with
each exhale.
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A small candle flickered brightly at the fingertips of his right
hand, and an empty Bass Ale bottle lay on its side on the floor between
his feet.
maple tray, set heavily with wavy glass mugs of ale, foam-topped and
smile crossed her face as the patrons of the Inn questioned her about
The turnin' of a mug of good ale is a man's pastime, said the tiny
man with long gray hair that hung loosely over the collar of his raglan
coat to those around him at his table. "Tis no place for a boy." He
stranger. "Who is the lad, anyway?" One of the other men asked.
grabbing the barmaid around the waist and pulling her close. "I think
she could tell you much about the lad, couldn't you now?" He asked,
She pushed him away, knocking over a stoneware mug in the process.
"Now see what you've done, Mr. Quinn!!" She scolded, her face
reddening with embarrassment. She stooped to pick up the pieces and put
them into the folds of her apron, which she held tightly with both hands
to make a pocket of sorts. "I knows nothin' of the boy meself!" She
said, indignantly, as she stretched under the table for shards that were
Quinn kicked the shards toward her. "Tis not the way it was this
forenoon, when I seen the two of you in the shed, back of the barn."
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woodsmen, bringing a flush to the cheek of Regina, whose mouth dropped
glance the way of young Edward, who stirred slightly at his table. With
a nervous smile, she remembered her morning with the young and very
handsome, though tattered and barefoot giant. She pushed the door
inward, entered the kitchen, stopped and peeked back into the dining
room.
The man they called Cyrus stood up, taking his leave from the
others at his table. His long, matted, grey trusses were oily and
unkempt, and they left grease stains on his collar. His rat-like
fortune.
He had been months in the areas between Christiana and Turk's Head
in search of runaway slaves, who were trying to make their way north via
the underground railway. He had been using the notorious "Gap Gang," to
run down and capture the runaways, chasing them like dogs.
More than once, Cyrus and his gang had chased down and taken in
freed slaves who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,
strange the lad should turn up one day, barefoot and ragged as he is."
knowin' him."
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"Ask him!" Quinn said, "Go ahead and ask him." "Aye!" The group
joined in. "Have at him! You have nothing to fear. The young'un is
only slightly taller than a full-growed oak tree, and no more heavily
muscled than a pulling ox. Surely he won't hurt you. Just ask him if
at the little man's expense. "He might tell you," he laughed, right
The Inn erupted in laughter. Cyrus backed away from the table,
silently, uttering not one word, embarrassed that the other men saw he
lacked the courage to approach the stranger face to face. Amid the
convulsive laughter, he slipped out the front door, casting one last
glance at Edward, who now sat upright, stirring himself awake, blinking
Regina, who still watched from the kitchen, warily following Cyrus, the
devil, as he left.
beside Edward's table. "I don't know where you came from.........and I
And I have a feeling Cyrus knows what it is. He'll be back for you.
Edward took a small bowl of beans and a chunk of dark bread from
devouring the beans in huge gulps. He tucked the bread inside his
it."
The sound of the tavern door swinging open with a crash brought
him to his feet, knocking Regina against the wall in the process.
men into the tavern. "Halt!!" The tallest man shouted. He wore a dark
gray fur cap with a white tail. He leveled a pistol slowly in the
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Edward crashed, head-first, into the door as the pistol sounded,
spewing forth a great cloud of pungent white smoke that filled the room,
with a thud. She dropped her tray loaded with bowls of boiled meat and
gravy as she fell, rolling everything toward the door Edward had just
splintered.
The tall man fell first, slipping in the grease, falling flat on
his back with a dull thud. The others came crashing down upon him.
couldn't help it, Sir. I did not mean to faint or drop the tray."
After a long, and disgusted stare, Cyrus lowered the barrel of the
pistol and ran toward the back door, following his men who had at last
recovered their footing and resumed the chase. Regina followed him with
a jittery eye. She was sure the ball had found its mark.
"The assassin runs like a deer." One of the bounty hunters said,
shocked to find that Edward had already cleared the small courtyard
behind the tavern, scaling an eight foot fence on the way. He then
dashed down the narrow alleyway leading out of the village, and was gone
"Yes, he runs like a deer." The tall one said, studying the
wounded deer, at that. It appears our quarry has been lung shot. He'll
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Edward FitzSimon paced himself, running barefoot along the ridge
high above Turk's Head Highway, which led through the untamed wilderness
to Philadelphia.
He followed the trail beneath the clear light of the last quarter
that racked his tortured body. He refused to allow himself to dwell any
thought on it. Instead, he drew strength from the only mental image he
would allow himself; that of having the bony neck of Cyrus within the
powerful grasp of his own hands, twisting, cracking the last threads of
life from it. He ran on and on, powerful strides covering long
With stamina and energy oozing from his body as fast as with his
life's blood, which flowed steadily to the ground, he knew he could not
Robert's cardinal rule of the hunt, which was to always know the
next turn.
stream. The headwater itself was very heavily vegetated, with long,
could, fighting back the excruciating pain. After he had run long
enough through the shallow stream to hide his scent from the dogs, he
took his knife and cut a hollow reed, then he lay in the shallows,
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was a losing battle. Finally, as the sounds died down, he could stand
fitfully, and babbled deliriously. His pursuers had long since moved
on. Then, he thought he saw someone on the lake shore beside him. He
could barely make out the form of a human being. His mind, racing with
deerskin leggings.
The coal-black hair was pulled, tight and shiny, into a single
drop in the back, and one feather was braided into place. The figure was
moving toward him. "Indian!!" Edward shouted in alarm, using what little
bearskin that was under him, and drifting off into unconsciousness.
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Doctor Christopher Witt was among the last of the Kelpians, who
settled along the banks of the Wissahickon Creek in what is now called
achieve what they believed would make them pure before the second coming
of Christ.
was a graduate in medicine and had started the first botanical garden in
America. His large garden was started even before the gardens of John
Bartram, who is generally credited with having been the first American
botanist.
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Doctor Witt was also among the first manufacturers of clocks in
America. His were fashioned entirely from brass and steel, chimed on
the quarter hours and were the forerunners of the grandfather clocks of
later years. Doctor Witt's clocks, however, were fastened to the wall
with brackets.
mystical powers that could heal, or remove all sorts of evils. Some
also believed he had the power to talk to spirits from the world beyond.
It was the belief that he practiced magic and had contact with the
shared many of the household chores in the doctor's home and spent long
hours helping to build the clocks, and to tend the garden. This was
true especially after the old man had succumbed completely to his
Very near the doctor's house was the Warnock burying ground. For
years, neighbors had told stories about it, and many people, especially
these figures wore black, some white. Many people in the area spoke of
seeing the lonely figure of Doctor Witt, blind, in his eighties, slowly
feeling his way along the stone wall, up the hillside and into the
Here in the graveyard he would mingle, the stories said, with the
ghosts and demons until the clock in the Old German Church struck one,
when he would slowly move back down the hill. Robert would meet him
halfway with a lantern, and lead him home to rest. Occasionally, after
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his second year with the doctor, Edward was permitted to walk with
Robert.
Robert did not see the gang of teenage thugs who lay in wait for
them, one cool evening, as the Doctor edged along. Edward did, but too
be evil and fearsome, smashed their clubs into Robert's skull, crushing
the life from him, dropping him in a broken heap at the edge of the
crashing down upon his own skull. Dazed, he backed away from the first
glancing blow, and grabbed the club with all his considerable strength,
The club he somehow found in his hand quickly found its mark, and
thudding impact echoed off the stone wall in ripples. The two men
death. The veins in their necks stood out like pieces of rope.
still, and eternal seconds later, the vandal's legs dangled limply
subside. Then Edward was numbed by the silence, the sudden, still,
awful silence left behind by the retreating survivors of the attack, who
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scurried down the hill to safety. The silence was unbroken by the three
toward the guttural, strangling, moaning sound, and saw Doctor Witt, his
"Edward, you must save yourself." The kindly old doctor said,
weakly.
"It is you and Robert they shall hold accountable for this." He
voice. "You must go to........my brother. Go to the Inn they call the
him from the elements. He placed his hat beneath the doctor's head as
toward the sounds of voices coming from the thicket south of the burial
ground. Flashes of light through the trees told him that searchers were
already coming, carrying torches and more clubs. He knew that soon they
would come upon the grizzly scene and he would be proclaimed the wanted
killer.
Circling back through the burial ground, knowing that none of the
Run down the hill, passing close enough to the unsuspecting torch
spirits they had heard so much about, while Edward made his way back to
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The pale, white limestone house sat starkly at the base of the
hill, keeping its silent watch over the burial ground, which was now
small pistol under his belt, and hurled a bridle over the neck of
Sinbad, Doctor Witt's prized chestnut Morgan. Edward had the duty of
feeding, grooming and exercising the horse every day for the doctor, and
He brought Sinbad down the lane, riding bare backed. The horse's
nostrils flared, and his breath streamed like fire in the night. He
turned west onto the Ridge Pike at a full gallop. He took the horse
onward past Green Lane at full speed, keeping the pace until they were
people of the village would suspect him, and that they would hunt him
people, they were less than slaves, and were only a step or two above
majority of Doctor Witt's neighbors feared him and his connection to the
doctor's magic. Many of those who didn't fear the doctor hated him
still for having a slave who lived almost like a free man. Others were
He drove on into the night, heading for Ludwick's Corner, the tiny
settlement on the westernmost edge of the new frontier and the tavern
owned by the doctor's brother. The tavern had become known as the as
The Bucket of Blood because of the many fights that took place there.
It was a place where the wild men of the frontier, who lived by no
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brawn. Rarely was the clash of the two cultures a pretty sight, and it
was never a place for the feint of heart. Doctor Witt never went there,
places.
With the sun cresting the horizon at his back, it sent orange
licks of light into the deep magenta of dying night blackness, teasing
wait for the carriage to pass. He watched it approach over the muddy
highway made barely passable by logs laid into the mire. Plank roads
where the robbery victim might or might not find willing help. In all
probability, any help brought back would find the perpetrator of the
Edward traveled only under cover of darkness, and laid low in the
the tavern owned by Horace Witt, thirty years the doctor's junior, who
lifestyle.
what Horace Witt called the Inn of the Four Falls, but which was known
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Frequent frontier brawls involved backwoodsmen, traders, and,
the frontier testing nerve, mettle, and brawn in brabbling brawls that
sometimes left losers minus scalps. Winners were not always much better
savagery.
Sinbad watered in the small brook to the east of the cemetery, and
grazed lazily in the golden grass that rippled gently in the mild, late
daylight hours, Edward leaned against a tree trunk and munched the inner
shoots of cat o' nine tails and some mushrooms he had gathered earlier.
instant. "Come out of that thicket before I blow your head off!!" He
the thicket before him. A pink cheeked lass, lovely as a rose in warm
sunshine, parted the branches and stepped into the clearing. "Please,
Edward stood, slowly turning the young lady with a hand on her
senses were sharpened by the constant struggle for life in this harsh,
New World, as well as by the teachings of Robert, who showed him how to
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hunt like the Indian, to channel his vision, to see only the important
Seeing no other in the area, and seeing nothing else to arouse his
His eyes continued to dart in and out of the shadows as she spoke.
worry, sir. I was only gathering honey from that tree, yonder." She
held up a small, brown, earthen jug, partially filled with sweet, golden
honey. "I come here often........just to get away from the Inn for a
while." Edward's face softened as he watched the girl. "There are many
"And where do you live, young Miss?" Edward asked. She pointed
name. Then his eyes continued scanning the brush around them for
presence.
"And you? What is your name?" She asked. "Edward." Was his
short answer. "Have you no surname?" She asked. Edward shook his
After a long silence Edward asked another question. "Are you kin
to Horace Witt?" Katie's face flushed with surprise. Her eyes danced
with the reflected sunlight. "I am." She answered. "He is my father.
Do you know my father?" She asked. Edward shook his head slowly, still
"No." He said. "I don't know him, but I know of him." He stepped
the cemetery.
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"Ohh!" Katie exclaimed. "Oh! You're hurt!" She reached out to
touch his head where he had placed his hand. She recoiled at the sight
said, turning his head away from her. She grimaced, knowing he was not
concern as she watched Edward intentionally turn away from her. "Over
the rise." She said, finally. "My father has fashioned us a right
pretty little house, away from the Inn. Tis not a good place for
rubbed it gently.
"Let me have a look at that knot on your head!" She finally said
in an insistent voice. She stood up and gently parted the hair on the
side of his head, studying his scalp. "Stay put. I'll be right back."
emerged seconds later, smiling broadly. She carried the root of a plant
"Here." She said, her voice gentle, and soothingly sweet. Edward
had known little of sweet voices in his lifetime, and he knew little of
"Here." Katie said. "Let me put some of this on your head." She
twisted the root over the scab and rubbed the juices from it onto his
"Feel better?" She asked, after a while. "I think I do." Edward
said. "Thank you." He leveled a long, appreciative gaze upon her. She
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blushed slightly. He determined that the young face in front of him
"Now tell me." Katie prodded gently, moving closer to him as she
spoke. "Why are you hiding out here? And what are you doing in
Ludwick's Corner? And how do you know of my father?" Edward took her
has to trust somebody." She said, smiling. "Lean over here so I can
She rubbed more root juice into the sore spot on his head. She
looked deeply into the soft brown eyes that peered searchingly into her
own. They reflected a gentle sadness and quiet desperation that she
boyish features were not quite those of a man, she thought, but they
Edward took a deep, cautious breath, then began telling his story.
When I got here in the colonies I found things were better than I had
"I have learned much since I have been here. And my lot in life
has certainly been more pleasant than it was in Britain. At least until
master has taken leave of this earth." He said, sadly, placing his hand
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Katie frowned, but then her face brightened. "But that means
you're free, then?" She asked, hopefully. "Not exactly." Edward said,
He studied the face of the young girl, reading her eyes deeply, as
he debated with himself whether to trust her with the truth, or whether
she could handle it. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly. "His
her hands, and that he needed to trust himself to her in order to live.
Edward took her by the shoulders. "The good doctor was murdered."
She knew little of the uncle who lived a few days travel from the
Inn, and who lived in a world so completely different from her own, and
that of her father. She had seen him only a few times during visits to
Germantown.
The things she remembered most about the visits was Robert. She
was fascinated by the musical voice of the doctor's slave and personal
servant, who loved to entertain small children with tales of his earlier
"There are those who will say that I had a hand in your uncle's
swear on my mother's grave I did not." "But why? Why would you be
"It was the night of the new moon, at Warnock Burying Place."
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neighbors. They thought my uncle mad....." Edward shook his head
vandals with clubs. It was only by the grace of God that I didn't join
Katie shook her head sadly. "My father has worried for years what
strange ways. Poor, blind devil. What on earth could they have feared
narrowing her eyes, quizzically. "I said, not of this earth. I know
not what he did nights in that graveyard, but I do not believe the deeds
the burying place, but were left instead to wait. Whatever the deeds
were, it was they that brought him to his end. Him and Robert....These
vandals did not understand that he was harmless to them. They feared
you, then." She said. Edward nodded. "Aye. If not them, others. If
not sooner, then later. No doubt them that was part of the scheme to
begin with will lead the pack. They hunt indentured servants like
lived." He said.
"Them that lived?" She asked. "You mean others died on that
"Oh, Edward." She said, clucking her tongue. "To be blamed for
four deaths. Whatever can we do? What chance is there for you?"
voice. "None, lass. My hope in coming here was to gain time. A week,
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maybe two, if I can throw them off my trail. Then it's into the
backwoods for me. I must live in the hills alone. A hermit forever."
Katie ran her fingers under his chin. "Edward," She began as she
studied the face of this giant who was barely more than a boy. His face
independent individual, had made up her mind, and the set of her chin
reflected her decision. "I can help!" She said. "I will help." She
stood up and took Edward's hand in hers. "Come." She said, quietly.
that she could deliver him to his enemies as well as from them. "Bring
your horse." She said. "He is beautiful. What is his name?" She
asked.
branches of a silver maple tree. "What a lovely name." She said, her
"My father has a deep potato cellar, near the foundation of an old
house. It is quite large. No one goes there but me. There is room
enough for you and for Sinbad. It is well back from the road as
well........away from prying eyes. I can bring you food, and there is a
tall, towering over the slight lass. He reined Sinbad in tightly, and
the pistol was tucked into the sash he wore over his slim waist. He
looked, she thought to herself, more like a young king than the hopeless
fugitive he was.
"I think you'd best be thinking of a new name for yourself." She
continued. "Those that chase you know you by the name Edward." Edward
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nodded his head thoughtfully. "Fitz." He said after a long, thoughtful
asked. "Why Captain?" She smiled, and brushed a lock of hair off his
forehead. "Because you look like a Captain to me." She said. "You
have this military presence about you. The only thing lacking is the
uniform."
big smile.
curtsy, as she led him along the iron fence around the graveyard.
protective of him, even though he stood more than a head taller than
she, and she felt motherly, even though they were close to the same age.
She could feel the color rising in her cheeks at the thought. She
The pine door, worn thin from years of use, opened to the
deep, stone cellar that was dark and dingy inside. Everything was damp
the door with a smile. Sinbad snorted, and pawed the dirt floor.
shoulder. "I'll be back later with food." Fitz took her by the arm.
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Fingers of moonlight infiltrated the darkness, only slightly
betraying the shadowy figure who stood, pistol cocked and at the ready,
Katie opened the door slowly. "Oh!" She said, startled. "Oh!
It is you, Fitz! In this dim light, I couldn't see. You startled me."
"And you, me." Fitz said, releasing the cocked hammer of the pistol
with a click. He replaced it in his belt while holding the door open
Katie placed the small, wooden tray with Fitz' supper on it upon
the sacks of potatoes inside the door. He set upon the plate hungrily,
filling his mouth with large pieces of bread dripping with stew. He
tore off large hunks of venison from the bone with his teeth and washed
it all down with great dregs of bitter ale. Through it all, he made the
moaning, guttural sounds of a man nearly dead with hunger and thirst.
"I'm sorry I've been so long in getting back with food, Fitz."
Katie said, sitting on the sacks beside him. "The cook is beginning to
his mind of any thoughts of possible betrayal with her fresh beauty and
sincerity.
"This morning I let one of the hounds into the kitchen when no one
else was around." She said. Fitz smiled at the thought. "The cook is
not suspicious anymore......at least not for the moment." Katie said,
her face spreading into a wide grin at the recollection of the sight;
desperately waiting for the door to open to the great outdoors. "Good."
Katie answered, first with silence. "I'm not sure," she said,
after a painful silence, during which her eyes searched his. "Early
this morning there were some men. They asked questions." She said.
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"Questions?" Fitz asked. "What did they want to know?" He finished
"They asked little of note. But they took in much with their
eyes. Too much to be just passing through. And they asked to see my
father." She said. "They asked to see your father?" Fitz asked. She
nodded and her brow furrowed. "Yes. They told him of the death of his
brother, but they said nothing of his suspected killer." She continued.
"Did they say why they were here?" he asked. "Yes. They said
they would be off into Chester County in the morning in search of Toka
Fitz set the mug down and frowned. Their eyes met. "Bounty
formed on Katie's cheeks, and ran slowly to the corners of her mouth.
nothing?" He asked, finally. Katie shook her head. "And the men?" He
She shook her head. "Yes. With the dawn. But I fear they will
Fitz took a deep breath, then stood up. "Then it's time for me to
move on." He said. "No!" Katie pleaded, though she understood he was
right. "Not yet, Fitz. Not just yet. I fear it's still too soon.
Trust me. I won't let them harm a hair on your head." She said,
standing on tiptoes beside him, running her fingers warmly through his
hair.
Their eyes met, then their lips. They fell gently, onto the pile
of empty sacks. She landed across his lap. He looked into her eyes for
what seemed an eternity, then kissed her again. The warmth of their
bodies penetrated the dampness and brought flushes of joy to both their
cheeks. "It's all right, Katie." He whispered softly into her ear
through clenched teeth. "We have nothing to fear from the bounty
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hunters." They joined in an ever-tightening embrace. How he wished his
over the eastern horizon, a bright preview of the day to come. The
edges of the leaves glowed with a soft brilliance in the early light.
Katie slipped quietly out the potato cellar door, carrying the
"Watching eyes make no sound. You best hurry, or you won't get back to
your chambers before the village rises." His own eyes carefully
surveyed the area as she left. "I will." She said, simply.
Turning hastily into the lane leading to her father's house in the
early, pre-dawn light, Katie did not see the two figures standing in the
fringes of the forest, forty rods east of the house, and below the
Starting to work the first night he had spent in the cellar, Fitz
provided him just enough clearance to peep through, and to fire a ball
That evening, Fitz heard Katie approach. The snap of a dry twig
alerted him, and he watched her cross the darkened clearing, brightened
A slight movement in the bushes three rods behind her captured his
full attention, while she rounded the building and headed for the door.
Katie entered, throwing herself into his arms. The two lovers
kissed deeply for several seconds. Fitz drew away nervously. "What is
it, love?" She asked. "Shh." He whispered. "We've been found out."
He took her by the hand and led her to the peephole. She looked
out. "I see nothing." She said, confidently, after a while. She
back with a hand over her mouth, startled by a slight movement in the
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treeline. She immediately recognized the loose-swinging white tail on
the fur hat worn by the tallest bounty hunter at her father's Inn.
"Hurry, my love." Fitz said, leading her toward the door. "Make
a run for it!!" He pushed her toward the door. "No!" She protested,
me....I'll" "Yes!" Fitz interrupted her and shoved her to the door.
"You must go now! They'll kill you, too!" He argued, his voice now an
excited whisper. "Now! While there is still time for you to be saved."
that may be." He whispered, squeezing her hand tightly, then he turned
"We will meet again." He assured her, warmly. "We must!!" She
answered, fighting back tears. "Now, off with you! Run!! As fast as
you can, and make as much noise as you can. Make them think you are
two, not one." Fitz coached quietly, as Katie stole into the darkness.
through the dried cane, snapping twigs with her feet and rustling dried
"Hurry!!" A man's voice rang out from the shadows behind the
cellar. "He's made a run for it!!" Three men chased Katie on foot,
certain they were following two people they could not see in the dim
light. The fourth man, small, wiry and with long, gray hair, knotted
and filthy, tiptoed quietly toward the door to the cellar. A smug,
confident look spread slowly across Cyrus' face as he took his pistol
for sounds within. He cocked the pistol in his right hand with a click,
then leaned his left arm against the wooden door, pressing his ear
against the thin pine. Gently, quietly, he eased the latch with his
left hand.
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Inside, Fitz spurred Sinbad to life. With a deafening roar, his
knocked Cyrus cold. Cyrus fired the pistol harmlessly toward the
that sent Fitz on his way, and left the intruder lying in a senseless
at the end of the road. Fitz turned his panting steed south on the
Christiana Road. He caught one final glimpse of Katie, who waved from a
large, cleared meadow at the Four Corners, in front of the Inn, well
With his powerful horse surging beneath him, Fitz felt as if they
sure the horse's flying feet were still touching the ground.
bringing his soaring mind back to abrupt reality. The shot dropped the
glorious Sinbad to his knees. Fitz crashed down over the neck of his
beloved animal, and he smashed headfirst into the dirt with a thud.
Dazed, dragged himself to Sinbad's side. Fitz could see two men
hurrying toward him on foot, both carrying long rifles of the type that
because its spine had been severed by the shot. Sinbad's nostrils
flared and he panted steamy breath into the night. His eyes were wide
With tear-filled eyes, Fitz removed a pistol from his sash and
dispatched the animal with a single shot to the skull. He caressed the
lifeless mane for a second, then dived into the thicket leading from the
top of the rise, choking back the tears, skittishly springing into the
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pines even as the next musket shot whistled into the pine needles at his
feet.
Hours later, after out-distancing his foes two paces to one, Fitz
happier days in his life, when he was living with Doctor Witt and
Robert had been a good teacher, and Fitz an even better student.
Robert taught him ways to stalk prey and avoid detection by the
Fitz climbed a tree ridge as Robert had taught him, and lifted
himself high into the branches that intermingled in the virgin forest,
circle behind and below his would-be captors. From there he was able to
resume his southward pace, moving parallel to the Christiana Road where
the bounty hunters stood, scratching their heads, searching for signs of
their quarry. They were standing at the spot where his tracks vanished
series of rest camps that allowed him long, unobstructed views of the
at the steps of the Turk's Head Inn, four days away from Katie, and the
mouth of the barmaid who had arrived early to make the day's bread and
biscuits.
himself before he cautiously released his hold on her, that she would
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The barmaid, a bawdy, buxom woman, who was used to the excesses of
The face that he feared might emit terrorized screams at the sight of
"Why, you're hardly more than a boy." She said, walking around
him, looking him over carefully. "If it pleases you, Ma'am, you can
call me a boy. Call me anything you like, only I'm hungry. And if I am
a boy, there are those who are out to see that I don't live long enough
The stare startled her. For a second, she saw desperation, and
she thought she might be in danger. Then he softened the stare with a
wink and a smile. "I hope they don't get their way." He said,
laughing.
She looked him up and down again, then the sound of soft laughter
rolled from her lips. "Well, come on then, out to the shed with you if
you're hungry. I'll bring you something to eat as soon as I've started
the bread and biscuits. No one will bother you there, and you can get
The hay loft over the shed was warm, and the hay dry. It allowed
him fitful snatches of sleep, even with one eye always on the door. He
rested his back against a timber at the top of the ladder where the
octagonal window in the front gable allowed him a view of the Inn's
courtyard below.
The pistol stayed in his hand while he slept, and his empty
stomach growled so loudly and angrily at times that it woke him up. The
strong odor of johnny cakes, piping hot, and steaming in the morning
with bits of ham, brought him fully awake even before he even heard the
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Bounding to his feet, pistol in hand and at the ready, he saw the
protruded from the side of her apron. He kept the pistol trained warily
on her, then looked out the small window to be sure she hadn't been
"For God's sake, will you put that thing away?" She admonished,
pushing his hand and the pistol down. Fitz did not resist, but instead
kept his eye on the courtyard below. Finally satisfied that she was
with her teeth. "Relax." She said. "Here, sit down." She said,
turning the bottle up for a long swallow. She handed it to Fitz, who
drew hungrily from it, oblivious to the dreadful taste by his driving
thirst. He had barely more than tasted rum before in his life.
He laid his full length on the hay, resting his back on bales
stacked by the door. She sat beside him and cut strips of cheese, which
from the bottle. "Then, when it gets dark, you come to the rear door of
the Inn, and I'll see to it you get some real vittles. When you move
She stood up and walked to the door. "By the way, my name's
"Hey, now." She said, "Best take it easy on that rum. I meant
for it to last you a while." Fitz smiled, and waved a silent goodbye.
"I best be getting back before I'm missed." She said, closing the door
softly behind her. He took another sip of rum, leaned back against the
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Chapter 2
Fitz blinked his sore, encrusted eyes and tried to shake the
cobwebs from his head in the damp, dim darkness inside the earthen cave.
The bed under him was a musty, dank bearskin that smelled worse with
"Who are you?" Fitz asked the fuzzy shape before him that he
could barely recognize as human, and that wiped his fevered brow with a
watery potion.
Fitz stuttered, repeating the name. His mind whirled dizzily. "Aye."
his head. His coal black hair glistened in the tiny sprays of light
that stole into the cave from the opening behind him.
ready to split from the pain. He tried to sit up but slid back onto the
bearskin. Pain shot into his shoulder, and down his spine.
held a small, carved wooden bowl to Fitz' lips after he stopped trying
to move. The bowl was filled to the brim with steaming hot liquid that
Reluctantly, Fitz took a sip of the brown liquid from the end of the
wooden spoon.
the ground. Nemacolin put his hand behind Fitz' head, continuing to
spoon-feed the liquid, in spite of the objections. "Must eat! Must eat
to get strong!"
Fitz tried to resist, but the powerful hand clamped on the back of
his head held him still. He ate, too weak to resist any longer.
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"How long have I been here?" He asked, after forcing down several
sips of the herb soup and finding the taste less offensive than he had
imagined from the smell. "No talk! Eat!" Was the terse reply from the
wider, and looked around the cave. He rubbed his shoulder and winced at
"Rest now." Nemacolin said, putting the bowl down beside the fire
and covering Fitz with his deerskin blanket. Nemacolin sat cross-
legged, beside the fire while Fitz returned to fitful and feverish
sleep. The Indian's eyes burned as if with the light of two ebony coals
Fitz, keeping his restless body covered from the chill drafts inside the
cave.
Fitz along the ridge. Nemacolin was curiously drawn at first by the
baying of the hounds, who howled when they picked up Fitz's scent. He
had expected that even such poor white hunters would easily and quickly
dispatch their obviously wounded quarry, once the hounds had his scent.
unconscious Fitz on the bank of the stream, where he had dragged himself
before collapsing.
the white man, went into the lake bed after the hunters were gone. Only
out of respect for a human being, a lone man, one wounded seriously at
that, who had been able to out-smart a team of hunters with weapons and
tracking dogs, did he decide that this was a life worth saving.
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He dragged the huge white stranger to shelter and stayed with him,
tiny cave through the sealed entrance. His head was clear at last, the
fever broken. He looked around the cave with the venatic eye of the
hunter.
Nemacolin snored quietly against the far side of the cave, while
the fire smoldered, having died out hours before. Warily, Fitz pawed
through his clothing, keeping a level eye on the sleeping Indian he had
His eye caught sight of his jacket on a rock beside the Indian.
Slowly, quietly, he inched his stiff, aching muscles toward the pistol,
He pounced, diving the last few feet on his belly, ripping his
hand into the jacket, reaching desperately for the pistol he carried
there. The Indian came awake with a start, and dove on top of him,
hand. He watched Fitz gather his lengthy body back, slowly, painfully,
Fitz's spirit.
Fitz turned a disgusted eye toward the Indian. Nemacolin met his
stare with a direct, curious, non-threatening gaze. The two men watched
of the pistol toward his own chest, taking the weapon in hand by the
Fitz leaned his weight onto his elbow, blinking hard to clear the
cobwebs from his eyes. He kept staring directly into the Indian's eyes,
while he moved one hand, slowly, painfully, toward the pistol, sliding
his finger onto the trigger. He held it that way for one last,
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lingering second, watching Nemacolin's face intently. Then he pulled
the barrel back and tossed the gun onto a rock behind him.
clasped Fitz' shoulders, then gripped both his arms. Fitz responded in
kind. Without words, the two men had come to understand each other
perfectly.
green leaves, still wet with the dew. Nemacolin padded softly to the
underbrush made Nemacolin turn quickly to his right, drawing hard on the
bowstring. A silent arrow brought the large rooster to the earth with a
thud.
bird up and attached it to the belt he wore over his painted deerskin
jacket that he and Nemacolin had made in front of the warm evening
fires.
They exchanged few words and all of those in the Iroquois tongue,
which Nemacolin insisted Fitz learn. This was even though Nemacolin
knew English well, having learned it from traders who visited his tribe
in earlier years.
nature.
"Where will you go now?" Nemacolin asked one day as they walked
the trail together. "You are now well and I must return to my people,"
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He continued. Fitz shrugged his shoulders, and with a combination of
who would pursue you. You must live here, where the white man does not
know how to find you." Nemacolin put his arm across Fitz' shoulders.
"Then we must build you shelter before the cold winds come. We
must begin now, for I must leave with the new moon. Nemacolin spoke,
his soft voice seeming to blend with the gentle breeze and become one
with it.
sound, he dropped quickly to one knee, and shouldered the long rifle
that he and Nemacolin had stolen from a white bounty hunter's horse
while its owner sat tipping mugs of ale into the early morning.
single shot at a target Nemacolin had yet to see. Fitz sprinted into
the dense underbrush, following a large deer that struggled to reach the
Nemacolin bounded over some large rocks to the right of the trail.
Fitz found him standing over the fallen buck that Fitz had dropped with
expressing his awe over the accuracy of the shot. Nemacolin admired
Fitz. He was the only white man he had ever really known, and he was
the only one he had ever liked, or trusted. Fitz was also the only
white man he had ever heard about who could hunt like the Indian.
they had stolen together. After only a few months, Fitz' steady hand
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Removing the steel-bladed knife that Fitz had given him, a gift
given Fitz earlier by Robert, Nemacolin knelt over the fallen buck and
field-dressed it, all the while extolling the beauty of the creature,
eye. A tiny stream bubbled clear and sparkling from the higher ledge
and meandered down the sides of the ravine, splitting in splashes around
and giant grey beech trees that almost totally hid the ravine from view.
He leaned the long rifle against the rock face at the low end of
the ravine. Shiny, grey granite loomed all around, cliff faces over
sheer, forty foot drops. It was as if some giant had tipped several
long, tall rocks on end, then filled in the ground between them with
boulders.
Fitz climbed to the top of one of the base rocks, using roots for
hand-holds. He lost his grip and fell, grasping for anything he could
Pain from the still-fresh bullet wound ripped into his shoulder
and caused him to lose his balance even more. He managed to grab a
protruding root and catch himself, swinging high above the ravine. Cold
rocks with his feet. A cave opened before his eyes. Using the roots
Nature had been at work for generations, opening this cave, each
drop of water carving off a tiny grain or two of granite from the face.
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Now the cave entrance was completely hidden from view, even from a point
He ducked into the dark cave and explored its walls with his
wide. Inside, it was warm and dry, even though cold, fresh, spring water
"Where are you, Fitz?" He called from below. Fitz listened in silence
Robert practiced hiding from each other in the deep forest as a happy
below Germantown.
No matter how hard Fitz tried to cover his tracks, he could never
stay hidden from Robert for long. Robert's tracking skills were
uncanny. He was able to sneak up behind a feeding bear, and could reach
out and slap its hindquarters and run back to safety before the bear
It was an old Indian trick that was custom among young braves in
stamina, and good legs to make a safe getaway from the surprised and
brave, who found him after he had escaped from his slave master on the
eastern shore of Maryland. He fled north with the tribe, was captured
by a bounty hunter, and held for a time, before being purchased by the
Nemacolin stood in the gently washing waters, at the top of the ravine,
and looked back toward the entrance to the cave. The last tracks he had
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seen of his friend, Fitz, were at the point where the long rifle stood,
leaning against the bottom of the rock cliff. He walked back to that
Nemacolin began to fear that Fitz had fallen, or injured himself. "Aye,
tackled his Indian friend. They rolled into the brush. Nemacolin, who
bearhug, laughing. Excitedly, Fitz led his friend up the rocks and into
Without a word, he slid back down the rocks, into the ravine, and
about chipping sparks with his steel flint and built a fire. Fashioning
"Good!" He exclaimed, waving his arm about the cave. "Very good."
smile. The light danced up the smooth sides of the rock cave and
"And I even have good, fresh water." Fitz said with a smile.
Nemacolin bent down and tasted the water. "Ummh. Good." He said.
led him to the cave's entrance. Looking out, they could see a long
He reached up and pulled himself out onto the rocks above. A quick
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climb took them to the top, where the entire valley opened up,
Fitz held his arms out over the vista. Nemacolin looked east,
shading his eyes from the sun. "Twenty mile." He said, in succinct
"Even more important," Fitz said, "is that I can see all of the
Turk's Head Highway in the valley below. I can see anyone who
approaches long before they would ever see me." Turk's Head Highway was
the closest thing to a road in this vast Indian wilderness. Few white
men would dare venture off that highway since the Indians and outlaws in
the area were not particularly friendly toward the white man.
taking Fitz by the arm, leading the way back to the cave. Together they
made a small wooden frame for drying venison. They put strips of meat
the other cave where Fitz had recuperated, and built a platform of
Nemacolin had taught Fitz much about survival in the wilds during
and how to make poultices from their leaves, or tea from their roots,
drilled through solid rock. Each chamber dissipated more of the smoke
until what was left could hardly be seen. They talked under a velvety-
black sky, while moonbeams stole into the cave around the entrance.
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"Tomorrow?" Fitz asked. Nemacolin lifted a piece of venison from
Susquehanna River. They lived near the Twin Forks, and below Standing
Fitz wanted to know everything about this man and his people, this
man, who was only the second person in the world that he ever felt he
could trust. Though they had become fast friends during his recovery,
and had shared many experiences, not the least of which were the
because they were too busy stealing much of what they needed in the way
of supplies, including the long rifle he now carried, and had become so
attached to, from the very bounty hunters who sought his hide.
The two were very close in age. Nemacolin was the son of
prisoner of white men as a boy, when he was captured near Captain Jack's
It was his experience in the hands of white men, along with his
exposure to trappers that had taught him English, and it was his long
journey home alone, after escaping his white captors, that had instilled
wilderness and the ways of nature. Opontopos, who hoped that Nemacolin
would be his successor as sachem to the tribe, which had been weakened
tribal wars within the great Iroquois nation, tolerated his son's
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wanderings, and understood them. Even so, when he asked Nemacolin to
on his people. The fire danced in the shadows of the cave's walls.
Rivers. Drums call the leaders of the Algonquians. French trappers war
with English. Our brothers may call at any time. I will go there as my
father wishes." Nemacolin related the story, pulling the last morsel
of venison from the fire, biting into one end of it, pulling the other
Nemacolin answered with a steady gaze and a strong hug. "You will
survive it very well, my friend, and I will return. You will come with
"The journey ahead seldom follows the path we anticipate for it."
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ridges of the mountains to the west. High over his shoulder, the
silvery moon danced lightly among the white cotton clouds. Captain Fitz
Quietly, he sipped the last of the hot brew Nemacolin taught him
to make from the ground up root of Cat o' Nine Tails. The bittersweet
liquid warmed his gullet in the chill of the early fall evening. He
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It had been several months since Nemacolin had departed for
Standing Stone, leaving behind an invitation to visit him and his people
Fitz settled into his new surroundings, and had provisioned his
cave well with goods marauded from Tory farms around Turk's Head and
Edgemont Village to the east. He had stayed close to the cave since his
last nocturnal raid on the Potts Foundry resulted in gunshots that were
approaching Turk's Head from the east. Leaders of the Loyalist Tory
While in Turk's Head, they were known to gather at the Inn and
discuss ways to prosecute the settlers in the area who avoided paying
the King's taxes. Flowing rum loosened lips to the point where
Fitz loaded the two flintlock pistols he carried in his belt, and
quickly climbed down the face of Castle Rock, striding noiselessly out
of the ravine and down the slope toward Gulley Creek and the highway.
The driver of the coach sat high on the driver's bench and paid
little serious attention to what was happening on the road far below
him. His robotic attentions were split between tending the checkrein on
coach, staying away from the steep drop off at the side of the road.
Most of his concious thoughts were occupied in his daydreaming about the
His mouth watered at the thought of the black iron cauldron that
always simmered hot buttered rum at the far end of the dining room in
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Below him in the gilded coach, riding on brocaded satin
tax collector for King George III, chatting nonchalantly with his wife.
Across from them sat Sylvester Buffram and his wife, who were to
join the Calders for a leisurely month at the Calder's summer quarters
in Turk's Head.
Made fast in the luggage rack was the trunk that made the vacation
the crashing thud of the thick, pine log Fitz had carefully and
Using ropes and pulleys for leverage, he balanced the log where it
could be loosed quickly with a knife thrust, arcing the pointed end into
the front wheels of the coach. The log would splinter the spokes, and
break the trace into two neat pieces that could not be repaired anywhere
The skittish stallions reared once when the log hit, kicking sand
up from the roadbed, then sensing freedom from the harness, were gone in
Fitz launched himself from the same rocky bluff, swinging down on
a rope, and dispatched the driver with a thudding kick across the
shoulders. He knocked him cleanly from the seat into the bushes, where
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jacket and leggings. The loaded pair of pistols persuaded all
"What is the meaning of this?" Earl Calder barked into the cold
night air. "Do you not know who I am?" Fitz said nothing. The silence
The thick band of rawhide Fitz forced quickly into his mouth
stilled his tongue. Fitz tied the rawhide tightly. Earl Calder, his
obsenities into the air, and, despite the cold, his brow began to
Fitz, and as soon found himself on the seat of his pants in a cloud of
dust on the road. Both men were bound up in minutes with strips of
rawhide.
sputtering ladies, and helped them from the coach. With profuse
their journey, Fitz gently removed their jewelry, and the men of their
wallets.
While Lady Buffram, the older and more rotund of the two women,
spewed epithets dotted with saliva toward the highwayman, Lady Calder, a
trim and handsome specimen, spoke nary a word, but sat, instead, riveted
by Fitz' direct and flattering gaze. Her eyes reflected no fear, and no
rage, only intrigue. She could hardly keep herself from smiling.
Fitz blew out the fire in the two lanterns on the side of the
coach, and after forcing the two couples to disrobe, vanished quietly
into the night, shouldering their clothing, tied together, and the
King's chest.
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Turning back toward them, he bowed again and spoke. "Captain Fitz
after him, her breath steaming like flames in the starlight. Lady
transportation, ten miles from Turk's Head in the cool, cruel dark of
the night.
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small piece of property he owned three miles north of Turk's Head, just
above the highway. His acreage had been granted by the King in return
His wife, Molly, and seven sons worked beside him, clearing
clothing, tending the animals, and putting up provisions for the winter.
It was known to most around Turk's Head, that Jonas and his family
had fallen into hard times after the fever sickness of four of their
children, and the eventual death of one. Their problems had been
be an unfair tax to the Crown and his out-spoken remarks against the
King.
Jonas had fallen behind in his tax payments, and was unable to pay
on the mortgage he had negotiated with Squire Morgan to pay his medical
debts. It was common knowledge that the Squire had been threatening for
some time to foreclose on the modest property, which Jonas had offered
as collateral.
Jonas and Molly led their plow team toward the barn as they left
the pasture, while five of their young sons tended the chickens and
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cattle. The sixth son, Joel, carried an arm-load of hand tools a few
paces behind his father. "Pa!!" Joel cried out, pointing across the
jacket and leggings stepped into the clearing from the dense woods east
I know you." The stranger answered with a smile and a shrug of his
cloth sack toward them, which landed with a thud in a cloud of dust.
pay Squire Morgan what we owe him! Enough to keep our farm!" Molly
Jonas looked down at the sack, then over the sights of the
ignoring the weapon pointed at his back. "It's for you, Jonas Webster.
It's a gift, taken back from some who stole it. The thieves won't be
needing it any more. Take it. And with it, pay your debt to Squire
Morgan. All I ask is that some day, you'll help another, less fortunate
come. Jonas Webster watched him warily until he was gone, then he
embraced his excited wife. They were too worn down from the struggle to
keep their heads above water to fight it any longer. Tears rolled down
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both his cheeks as his sons gathered around and hugged them both.
celebration. "We've chores to do, and we must visit the Squire before
nightfall." Jonas and his wife's eyes met, and both looked toward the
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The heavy door creaked in the quiet night. The squeaky hinge
Farrally uttered a short cry before its sound was muffled by a large
She turned to face her attacker, ready to swing the heavy cast
iron skillet she held in her hand. "Shhh, love." The man's voice said.
"I mean you no harm, but you're making enough noise to wake the dead."
whisper. "You're alive!" She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes
widened with amazement. "You are alive, aren't you?" She continued,
touching his shoulders. Fitz leaned his head back and laughed heartily.
Regina took him in a bear hug. I was sure they had killed you.
She put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, then framing
his face with her hands, looking into his eyes. "He did put a slug into
reached around to point to his shoulder, smiling. "In one side and out
the other. I'm too ornery to be done in by only one slug." He laughed.
She smiled, her face radiating warmth. "It is good to see you
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"Listen, I have come for a reason beyond wanting to look into your
lovely face again." Fitz said, stepping further into the darkened
hallway inside the front door at the Turk's Head Inn. "Come in here."
She said, taking him by the hand. "It'll be safe to talk here." She
them. With a finger on her lips, Regina peered into the dining room
from the doorway. A large man with a round, soft belly sat sleeping
he was still asleep. "Had a bit too much rum." She said. "I can see."
Fitz pulled her into the kitchen by the hand, leveling a desperate
look at her. "You know of Jonas Webster?" He asked, holding her hands.
She answered with a nod. "Aye. I know him. What about him?' Fitz
took a piece of cheese from a plate in the darkened bakery, bit into it,
He nodded. "Yes, with Squire Morgan." Regina gave him a startled look.
"How do you know anything of that?" She asked. "It's a long story."
He said. "When I was mending from the bite of Cyrus' slug, I was hiding
lifeless body from a swamp near the lake. He's a Susquehannock brave.
He nursed be back to health. I would have died for sure without him.
He took a bite of the cheese and offered her a bite. She took a nibble
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nighttime visits to the area. Mind you, just a few, and we never took
what we didn't need. We evened the score somewhat with Cyrus' bounty
hunters.
Regina's blue eyes danced, and a grin spread across her face. Her
sandy, brown hair glistened in the flickering light of the dying embers
smile. "It was you that removed Peter Miller's rifle and sack of
biscuits!"
didn't know his name." He said, leaning against the dark maple harvest
"We visited Jonas' place one evening, looking for some grain. It
happened to be a time when Squire Morgan was there. We could hear them
talking from the bushes outside the house. The Squire, he was
us that these were decent people.....a lot more decent than the likes of
Squire Morgan."
Fitz finished the last of the cheese, and smiled again. "It
give up their farm, after working so hard, especially since their boys
across his face. "What?" She asked. "So what's the point?" "No
point." Fitz answered, chuckling softly. "It's just that Jonas Webster
has come into a little money, that's all. An inheritance, let's call
it."
"But he has no family. All of his relations have passed on, hers,
suddenly, staring wide-eyed at Fitz. Her hand came up to her mouth and
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She thought of the noisily snoring driver in the dining room
upstairs. She looked toward the driver, then back toward Fitz. "Of
course, you are the Captain Fitz they told of. It was you! You're the
highwayman! Oh no." She muttered, realizing that meant that even more
Then she chuckled, and chuckled some more. "You wicked devil,
you! You are the wicked highwayman that made away with the Earl
Calder's ill-begotten money chest." She laughed out loud. Then she
price on your head, dead or alive. Oh, Fitz, weren't you in enough
trouble already?"
something to make it worth tying the knot. Besides, if it can help the
likes of Jonas Webster, it's worth it." Regina smiled. She liked the
way he thought.
shoulders. "What can I do?" She asked. Fitz rubbed his cheeks with
his right hand. "Everyone around Turk's Head knows Jonas. They all
also know that he and his wife have no one to leave them money enough to
pay off the Squire." Regina shook her head. "You're right about that.
reassuringly. "But what can I do?" Regina asked. "You have heard of
Marcus Hook, haven't you?" He asked. She took a deep breath. She
nodded her head slowly, a look of fear spreading across her face at just
the mention of the name. Marcus Hook was a notorious port at the mouth
of the great bay below Philadelphia where the Delaware River empties
into it.
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Any ship sailing into or out of Philadelphia had to pass Marcus
Hook, which was an infamous haven for pirates, cut-throats and thieves.
Blackbeard wintered there, years before, and many other pirates called
it home. Even the King's navy steered clear of Marcus Hook, realizing
that the pirates there were strong enough to control any sea traffic
avoided confrontations.
Skull was a gory pirate ship captain who had a reputation for plundering
of his have plundered many a small settlement south of here. He's been
as close as Nottingham, and he's driven fear into many a faint heart. I
have heard the Earl Calder and the Governor speak of him many times in
"If it was to get around town that the Skull had been seen in the
conversation while he and his men were sipping rum in this very tavern,
that his men had buried loot somewhere near here, and that they were
to have some gold coins, it might be assumed he had found the Skull's
cache.
might work. No one around here would be willing to take the chance that
the money, but he would feel safe if Skull did happen to come back. He
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"Tonight, Regina. I want you to tell them he was here tonight.
After you'd closed. Tell everybody that will listen that he and a
couple of his pirates forced their way in, and that they made you feed
them, and that they kept you here while they ate and drank and talked of
their adventures."
handsome he was, she thought, this dashing young man, powerfully built
with black-auburn hair, and ruddy cheeks barely darkened with a hint of
Lady Calder. It was no wonder that, while the others raged against him,
the Lady Calder was fascinated by the dashing highwayman who had robbed
them, then bid them adieu with a smile and a graceful bow.
"It will work." Regina said. "I will make it work.....for Jonas
loot.
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CHAPTER III
Fitz finished his evening meal on the rocks above his cave home,
as he often did on warm days. It was May and the air was already warm
Rock.
from the many hours he spent sitting on it, reflecting upon his solitary
world. It had been years since Nemacolin left to go back to his people.
visit, and brought word from his friend. Nemacolin's father, Opontopos
had become ill the previous spring, a victim of the fever that ran
French and Indian War was erupting over territorial claims. Nemacolin
Pennsylvania, the French were very friendly with the Delaware, Shawnee,
and the Susquehannock tribes, and the Indians were allowed to come and
the fort. The two men shared a warm greeting, hugging each other in a
long, silent welcome. Finally, Nemacolin put his arm around Fitz'
stick, which he then pushed into the fire. "The French gave us much
are going to stand by and see our father, the Governor of Canada abused.
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The Shawnees and the Delawares have not answered. Neither have the
Susquehannocks, but many of our young men want to join the French."
Fitz, and pointed a bony finger at his chin. "But of late years, the
English are not much better. It was the English who bought the Delaware
They deceived the Iroquois. The Indian did not know the workings
of the compass. They never intended to sell the west branch of the
Susquehanna."
Delaware George folded his arms across his chest. The Delawares
will never give up that land." He said. "The Albany Treaty is driving
spread word that the Delaware Indians helped the French at Fort
said. "They know that is not true. There were only six or seven
Indians with the French that day." He lifted his arms toward the
Delaware George continued. "If that is so, I can never trust Washington
again, and I fear the Half King has already turned from him toward the
French."
the others. "I know the truth. I was there that day at Fort Necessity.
We must not believe all that the smooth-tongued Frenchmen tell us.
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Washington sent his man here, to this place, to build a fort after
he returned from Fort Le Boeuf. He couldn't start work until the spring
thaw, and one day, a large party of French and Indians came down the
The Half King wanted Washington's man to send the demand to his
superior. Contrecoeur, the French Captain, would not wait, and insisted
they had to surrender at once. Washington only had forty men, many less
than the French. He surrendered, and left the area, with his men. This
was the beginning of the war, yes, but there was no bloodshed."
"I always thought that the war really began when the French
captured Trotter and his men, who had been trading in this valley for a
"That could also be so." He said. "But I was with Washington when the
The Half King and his men came one day to tell us that the French
were only eighteen miles away. We moved back to the great meadows,
cleared away the brush and dug out a gulley to make a trench, then we
Christopher Gist came later to tell us that the French had been at
his farm the night before. Then the Half King's runner came to tell us
where the French were hiding. We started after them one night, in a
driving rain storm, with fifty men. We couldn't see our way along the
Did the French mean to attack us, or were they bringing a message from
Contrecoeur? The Half King pointed out they were lying in hiding in
the woods for many days, so we decided to attack, the Indians on one
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We found the French hiding among the rocks not far from the road.
his men were killed, and another twenty were taken prisoner."
George nodded. "Now I see." He said. "The French say that Washington
breed shook his head. "That is not true." He folded his hands around
his waist.
"He did not listen to Half King, and tried to build his fort upon the
Great Meadow. It was too low and wet, not a good place for a fort.
Half King tried to tell him so, and even sent Indians to help them move
somewhere else, but Washington's men called them spies, and sent them
away.
The Indians went home, and left them, and for eight days there was
nothing to eat. Soon, Washington and his men left, abandoning the fort,
sent for you, my brother." He put a hand on Fitz' shoulder. "I must
against him. I know you can be trusted, and that I can count on you to
Regina, your friend at the Inn, will help you. Tell him to send
presents, and two or three good men, and then, with our friendly
Indians, we can take the fort and hold it until the English come back."
removing the stick from the fire, "We shall share the gifts of the Great
Spirit once again." He handed Fitz the first piece of venison, and
passed the rest around to the others. The two sat, shoulder to
shoulder, sharing the warmth of brotherhood while the deep waters of the
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In the morning, Fitz parted company with Nemacolin and the others,
and began his long journey over the Appalachians. Few white men were
not shortened the trip for most white men, marauding Indians often did.
Worse yet, were the back-stabbing bounty hunters and mountain men, who
trusted no one, and who stood face to face with no man. They would kill
***********
The years passed, leaving Fitz to live his life of solitude. Only
around him, and then the contacts were fleeting and often fitful. One
night, far off in the distance, the unmistakable light of a coach was
approaching. Fitz knew that it would be thirty minutes before the coach
would make the turn onto the Turk's Head Highway from the King of
Prussia Road.
think to venture into the forest to pursue him, as the political climate
built toward revolution, because he had become the anonymous friend and
To them, he gave over the riches he had stolen, and these people
Jonas Webster had long since paid his debt to Squire Morgan, and
Turk's Head.
The coach driver this night was more observant than most. Passing
the ravine below Deer Hill, he started the long approach to Rattlesnake
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mountain, when he noticed some ropes hanging from the low branches of
cracking his long whip over the heavy horse's heads. Out of the
lowlands on the other side of the stream, he saw a lone rider turn out
onto the road, aboard a handsome roan. The rider spurred the horse to a
gallop, raising a large cloud of dust, and soon was behind the coach.
One of the passengers climbed out the door and pulled himself up
to the seat beside the driver. Captain Fitz rode close behind the
coach, and struggled to untie the baggage. The passenger took aim with
the driver's blunderbuss. Fitz pulled a pistol from his belt and
fired. The passenger dropped back as the driver spurred the team ahead,
bouncing over precarious ruts in the roadway. The big coach rolled side
to side, and the right wheels began to lift off the road.
Fitz pulled hard on the end of the rope, and all the baggage
tumbled down from the back of the coach. The top-heavy coach swerved
off the side of the road, and flipped end for end into the forested
gully, tossing the passenger in the driver's seat into the bushes.
Fitz turned back abruptly, and gathered the baggage up, tying it
together with a rope, which he then slung over his shoulder. He rode
off before the passengers were able to reach the road, running and
Lipscomb screamed toward Fitz who quickly vanished into the dense
underbrush.
Three days later Governor Miles Braddock stood before his huge
mahogany desk in the mansion at Clivedon. He read the report once more,
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The governor stood stiffly. He was scrubbed clean, and polished,
as always, and clean-shaven. His hair was plaited and powdered, and
every brass button on his jacket gleamed in the afternoon sun. His
flawless military presence was marred only by the paunch that completely
covered his belt buckle. The chair at his desk was leather, dark in
There was a large portrait of King George III on the wall behind
his desk. Velvet curtains, dyed a deep red, with gold borders framed
cropped lawn led down to the river's edge, and shorn hedges provided a
The vista beyond, easterly of the river's edge, was in the colony
of New Jersey. Cattle grazed freely beside the water's edge. An apple
orchard separated the pasture from fields of corn that stretched as far
but one man..." The Governor struck his fist on the desk. "But a very
laugh at the thought of Earl Calder left nearly naked in the dark
last. "That was a very expensive vacation for the Earl and Lady
Calder." Lipscomb nodded, somberly. "I don't believe they have been to
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The governor closed the book on his desk noisily. "He must be
folded the report. He took it out of the office with him. "Yes sir."
"Yes sir," He repeated, "Will that be all, sir?" He asked, turning back
to the governor, who sat stiffy in the chair at the desk. His hair
showed flecks of grey at the temples. His blue eyes danced with fire.
Lipscomb strode down the hall and went down one flight of stairs
paper. "Wanted." He read the words aloud, as he wrote. "A tall, white
*********
Jonas Webster stepped out of his house and walked toward the barn.
He turned his head toward the familiar figure standing in the south end
of the pasture. He walked across the short grass, passing among the
grazing cattle and horses. He spoke with the person, who never left the
"Good day, Captain Fitz." Webster said, glancing nervously over his
Jonas." Fitz said. Jonas nodded, his face drawn tightly in a serious
expression. Over the years, Fitz had continued to bring spoils from his
looting to Jonas, who, as a town selectman, was able to put the money to
good use, helping other local families who were behind financially.
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Turk's Head was not the only village helped by Captain Fitz. His
exploits took him all over Chester County, as he plundered the travelers
on the lakes and streams in his adopted wilderness land. The lakes at
Westown were quiet, and teemed with bass and trout. These were among
At the southern end of the upper lake, near the head of the falls,
he often fished with braves of the Lenni Lenape tribe. Fitz was known
Fitz they called him. He was a hunter, and trapper, and lived his life
reclusiveness. Few people of any color ever got more than a glancing
look at Fitz, yet many had heard of his feats, of his prowess with the
long rifle, of his ability to walk farther and faster through the
One man devoted most of his life to finding and hunting down
Captain Fitz. The first encounter he had with him would never allow the
man they called Cyrus a moment's rest. Even when he was in pursuit of
others, his mind would allow him no respite from the challenge of
and it interested him, but it was not money that drove him. It was
pride. His pride would not allow him to forget the incident at Turk's
Head, years before, when Fitz got away, even after Cyrus' bullet had
Fitz was the only fugitive to have gotten away from Cyrus and his
band of cut throats, with one other exeption. A short time earlier, he
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encountered two black men just outside the village of Christiana. He
had been following them since they crossed the line into Pennsylvania,
and approached them as they walked in the early evening, outside the
Inn.
"You are the niggers I've been looking for." Cyrus said, standing
on the steps of the Inn, pulling himself up to his full height on the
railing. Even standing on the step, he was a full head shorter than the
years. The older one had on him a new homespun weastcoat and
breeches of the same cloth with shoes and stockings on, and an old
black hat. Who shall take up said Negroes and convey them to
their master above, or advise him so that he may have them again
he finished, Cyrus smiled. The two decaying front teeth he had left
protruded over his bottom lip. He reached out and touched the lapel on
the waistcoat worn by the taller of the two men. "Nice cloth." He
said, rubbing the lapel between his fingers. "Now," He said, we are
going to take you back." He waved to his two accomplices, one of them
nearly a head taller than either of the two black men. The biggest man
smiled, stretching the wicked red scar tightly across his cheek as he
"No you're not." Said one of the black men. Cyrus stepped back,
quickly positioning his cohorts to stand between him and the runaways.
railing. "And I can take you." With that, he put one hand in his
pocket, as if to get a pistol, and with the other, reached out to take
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The black man produced a club from behind his back and struck
Cyrus' arm with it. It fell back, broken. Then he clubbed the big
white man across the face. He fell to his knees. A fight broke out,
and the white men ran off. The two runaway slaves chased them,
determined to beat them more, but the men escaped. The black men ran
off into the woods as well, heading north to friendlier country near
Columbia.
taken into slavery, but that never bothered Cyrus. He had no time for
anyone who was not white, or who had ever been a slave, or indentured,
In his mind, it was clear. There were two kinds of people in the
world. Those who own property, and those who are property. Anyone of
color existed only for the benefit of the white, landed gentry, and were
no more valuable than cattle. In his mind, they were sub-human, and
learned the art of picking pockets almost before he could walk. Taught
by a con-artist who took him in and kept him, forcing him to steal from
passersby, Cyrus was only twelve years old when he made his first move
himself, and hiding it from his keeper. Then one night, he stole up to
the sleeping figure, and in the light of the full moon, took a knife and
stolen jewelry with him, working his way up the coast. He was lucky
enough one day to see two indentured servants make their break from a
first mate near the dock, who was loading his charges on board. Cyrus
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He made a quick assessment of the first mate, who came running,
looking for the two servants, who were hiding nearby, and offered to
tell him where they were, in exchange for passage on the ship. The
first mate thought for a moment, then agreed with a smile, and Cyrus
sailed on his way to the New World, a cabin boy on a New England slaver
out of Providence.
of the law. Whatever his looks, however juvenile his appearance, he was
jewels.
And, he had learned that there was a great deal more money to be
made in tracking runaways, and that there were many men of lesser
Most of his work was easy. His gang of cutthroats looked the
part, and they could usually frighten runaway slaves into submitting
without a fight. The same was true of white runaways unfortunate enough
Having been beaten by the two runaway slaves, who quickly fled
farmers, who would receive the fruits of their labors in return, only
one day on the porch overlooking the highway, he read the wanted poster
his fingers slowly on the heavy wooden arm of the lounge chair. Each
day brought more motion and less pain to him as the arm was now almost
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He read the description in the flyer, and whistled softly to
himself at the size of the King's ransom being offered for the capture
His spies had been watching for Fitz for years. The one place
that they had finally been able to trace him to was Turk's Head, and
Jonas Webster.
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the British tightened their hold on the colonies, and advanced more and
Jonas had become a spokesman for the cause, and was trusted by the
leadership to carry out many secret missions designed to make life more
One night, he enlisted help from Captain Fitz. They had met again
at the edge of the pasture, Fitz dropping off another bag. "Fitz,"
Jonas asked, looking about nervously for unfriendly eyes. "Aye." Fitz
said in return. "We understand the King has made a pact with the band
of pirates in that snake pit we call Marcus Hook." Fitz nodded. "Aye.
So I've heard. He pays them off, and they let the British Fleet have
Fitz said nothing in reply, but waited to hear more. "We need to stop
said. "The Skull would sell his own mother into slavery for a half
pence, I'm told." Fitz said. Jonas nodded. "So I have heard, as
well." Jonas said, in agreement. "And would chase any man who ever
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cheated him to the ends of the earth to gain his revenge." Jonas said,
"Fitz, are you willing to help us?" Fitz said nothing for a few
seconds. "What can one such as I do, Jonas Webster? Jonas studied
Fitz's face. In all the years that Fitz had been helping him and others
Fitz, the recluse, not used to close scrutiny by any man, rubbed
his cheeks nervously with his hand as Jonas spoke. "I have heard by the
grapevine that you have been called upon on earlier occasions to deliver
Surely, no other white man could make his way through this
territory better than you. We must find a way of reaching the Skull.
We must find some way to reach him with a courier who can stay alive
long enough to deliver our message on this. You are the best chance we
the citizens of the Colonies, the King's vessels sail around the Hook
The Skull commands a formidable fleet, and his men are capable.
They are a threat to be seriously considered by any navy, and the King's
forces would be hard-pressed to defeat him. The King enjoys the best of
all worlds presently. Tell Skull that the Colonists will allow him all
the war munitions and gunpowder from the mill at Euletheria that he
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observers as he contemplated the words. He hesitated but a few seconds.
"I'm not sure what I might be able to do, but I'll see what I can find
out. Perhaps there is a way to get to see this man they call Skull."
Jonas reached out for Fitz' hand to shake it, and to say thanks,
but Fitz had already vanished into the shadows, making no sound, even as
he walked through the heavy brush. Fitz walked the way his Indian
brother had taught him, both feet in one line, each step landing in the
same place. Unlike the white man who crashed noisily through any
by Fitz, a silent figure watched from behind a huge oak tree at the top
of the meadow. The figure watched for a few seconds then followed in
the direction Fitz had taken. A racoon tail on the figure's hat
Fitz went back that night to Castle Rock, with the notion that he
would travel to Marcus Hook the next day. He climbed up the ravine,
leaning his long rifle against the cave wall in one smooth motion. A
his friend. "Ugh." Nemacolin said, wrapping his arms around Fitz in a
hug. "I did not mean to scare you, my brother. I fell asleep as I
They started a fire in the center of the cave room. Fitz spread
"I bring meat." Nemacolin said, pointing toward some deer steaks
he had stored in the second cave, where Fitz kept his food supplies.
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"It has been a long time, my brother." Nemacolin said, as he
surveyed the quarters. "You are doing well. That is good. You appear
watched the embers rising up from the fire, Indian-fashion. For a long
along the trail, and in taverns. These posters tell me you are even
more of a wanted man than you were when we first met, and you carried a
ball in your chest, put there by the bounty hunter, Cyrus." Fitz
stick. "Aye." He said, simply, stirring the coals under the meat, as
he talked.
talk to. He smiled at Nemacolin for a few seconds, then his face turned
serious again. "There are many good people in the valleys here," he
agreement, thnking of Regina, and the handful of others that he knew had
"There will be war with the British, if it has not begun already."
Fitz continued. "I will not be counted among the Tory dogs who take
fight for what they believe in, even if it means something different for
me. I may never be free in body, but I can be free in spirit, and I
Nemacolin nodded his head somberly. "I am told there is, indeed,
war already." He said, passing on the news that had reached him the day
Nemacolin continued. "I have heard that unarmed men died there at the
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"I have agreed to go to Marcus Hook tomorrow," Fitz said. "To
find out what I can about the Skull, and his pirates. I am told he has
made a pact with the British, to allow them free passage around the
Hook, in return for a sum of gold. I will try to find a way to sour the
deal."
Nemacolin nodded. "I trust you will take pains to return alive."
life is quiet, and lonely, for the most part, but it has never been
dull." Fitz said, with a laugh. Nemacolin smiled. Fitz pulled the
meat from the fire, and brought it to the small table near the door,
The two men sat by the fire as the light danced up the bare,
In a corner, near the entrance, was a space on the wall where Fitz
marked off the days he spent living in isolation at Castle Rock. The
marks covered a space as tall and as wide as he was. "There are more
plundered. Though not nearly as large, that list included several dozen
Indians hated him because he was a council member, and they had to deal
They knew him to be dishonest, and a man who's word meant nothing.
He thought again, of Earl Calder walking naked along the road with his
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pockets picked clean of his plunder that he had taken from the poor
colonists in the name of the King. Soft laughter spilled from his lips.
fire, watching the embers lift above the flames and drift lazily toward
friend." Fitz said in quiet response. "It would be well for you to use
some of this wisdom you have accumulated among all these years."
Nemacolin said. "It would be well if you avoided the white man's war
for a few seconds, then he shook his head, briskly, in a negative way.
"Your white man has not been your brother, my friend." Nemacolin
argued, as Fitz shook his head. "He has done nothing for you. He keeps
you here, and makes you live alone, in this cave. He holds you prisoner
may be right." Fitz said, taking his time to answer. "But, never let
it be said that Captain Fitz was afraid of adventure. Be the good Lord
willing, I will die with my moccasins on." He smiled, and brought his
hands down onto his knees with a clapping noise for emphasis. "And you,
He had taught his white friend well. Fitz looked like an Indian,
lived like an Indian, and even thought like an Indian. To the Indian,
a hunting party. To the Indian, death by sickness was evil, and caused
while violent death, though not welcome, was considered a natural event,
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Nemacolin took a draw on his pipe and passed it to Fitz. Fitz
drew on it, turning the tobacco coals cherry red. He blew the smoke
Fitz said, as Nemacolin started down the ravine. He knew well the
holding both his shoulders with his hands. "The trees have many eyes.
There are more white men in these forests every day, and many of them
conquer me first. And they will have to catch me before they can
conquer me. No one can vanish as quickly and quietly as Captain Fitz.
Why the King's very ransom notice said so." He said, holding aloft the
With that, and with a fond farewell hug, the two men struck off in
southeast of Turk's Head. It was about a five mile walk from Castle
Rock. The trail led through a dense pine forest, so thick that it was
said by the earliest settlers that squirrels could walk from the shores
the ground.
The tops of the pines seemed to skim the bottoms of the clouds.
The forest floor was carpeted, thick and brown, with fallen pine
needles. The trail was overgrown with leathery vines hanging to the
ground from the trees, and tangled underbrush was everywhere. There
were vines with pickers that clung to clothing and slowed every step.
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The trail had deteriorated to the point of being little more than a
panther path.
Tiny, but viciously hungry bugs got under clothing and bit into
exposed patches of skin. Underfoot, the water table was extremely high,
making large sections of the old Indian pathway nearly impassable, but
Fitz pushed on, reaching the rise above Chester in only a few hours.
able to skirt the village. Just below Chester, on the way to Marcus
travelers.
chest. Above it was a sign, carved into a weathered piece of split pine
that read, "It is only a fool ventures into these woods." It was
signed, simply, "The Skull." Below the message was the dreaded skull
As was true with most pirates, the Skull was able to strike fear
into the hearts of most men, simply by his appearance. He was close to
seven feet tall, and weighed well over three hundred pounds. It was
He kept his head close-shaven, except for two long pony tails
growing out from each ear. These he kept braided, always with matches
tied in them, several inches apart, for lighting cannons. His skin was
name was William Smith, and, even as a boy, because of his great size,
he was forced to do the work of four men, and was brutally mistreated by
who took advantage of the fact that he was always kept in chains.
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When he was but twenty years of age, a band of privateers,
attacked him and his master, after a raid on a nearby coastal town. He
killing his master in the process. His master had foolishly refused to
release William from his chains during the skirmish with the pirates.
master with his chains. The pirates were impressed with his great
strength, and took him aboard their vessel. There, they intended to
hold him hostage, in case the townspeople might pay a reward for him
Charles Gibbs, the pirate captain, whose men had captured him, saw
victims. The pirates shaved his head, and made him look even more
several of the pirates, who taunted him, but kept him in chains at all
chains loose from the hull, and conquering his captors by bashing their
Free at last, he took over the ship, throwing the pirate captain,
and several of his best men to the sharks, keeping the rest with
strength was matched by none. When travelling about on land around the
jaunting car, modified for his use, and pulled by a single horse. He
was much too large to ride a horse's back, so he used a special jaunting
car. He replaced the customary seats that sat, back to back, with one
large seat.
step down, and pick the front half of his horse up under the legs.
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After receiving such a jostling, the horse would settle down and behave
along the Delaware, and as far west as Turk's Head or Christiana with
Not all was plunder with the pirates of Marcus Hook. In fact,
they occasionally bargained for goods with neighboring towns, and even
something of an entertainment for the Skull, since his usual way was to
He wore a huge mustache that made his large face look like that of
a walrus, and his right earlobe was punctured with a large gold ring
that hung to his shoulder. Two of his front teeth had been knocked out,
and the adjacent teeth grew in toward the gaps, making them look like
sharpened fangs.
his boots, he was equally quick to draw his cutlass. Razor-sharp, the
cutlass was huge, and most men would have had a hard time even lifting
it. Skull could lift it readily, bringing it around in a quick arc that
rolled many heads without a sound of warning, and cut more than one
pirate. There was none fiercer, nor more vicious, and none had any less
Fitz left the trail at the point where the skeleton was posted.
keeping watch over the trail from atop two large boulders.
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They sat, shoulder to shoulder, with a bottle of rum propped
between them, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
Without a sound, Fitz crept up behind the two, who dozed fitfully,
Quickly, a silent rope encircled the two, and a hard right hand
helped them to sleep more deeply. Fitz tied them securely to a tree and
gagged each with a noose around the neck that drew tighter the more they
struggled to get free. He walked on, staying well away from the trail.
Twice, he nearly crashed headlong into treacherous deep pits, mined out
of the soft mud by perfidious pirates, covered with leaves and thatching
to hide them from view. At the bottoms of the pits were saplings,
buried in the soil, with sharpened points aimed skyward, ready to impale
timbers, sharpened to a point at one end, then hung from ropes and tied
At the head of the harbor, a small, cozy cottage sat by the mouth
grey clay from the stream banks, it had a field stone chimney that
approached each group one by one, casting his silent rope around victims
When he finally made his entry into the cottage, he did so with
dreaded Skull, who rose up out of his velvet throne, shaking sleep from
simultaneously.
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His huge arm grasped the handle of the cutlass that lay against
his tree-trunk of a leg. For a moment, Fitz was certain that his number
was up. The huge pirate breathed fire, and his eyes seemed to see
The barrels pointed directly at the fiery eyes. Skull sputtered and
bounced, landing near the open fireplace that did not burn, but only
soot.
intelligent eyes darted about quickly from beneath the small shrubs some
would call eyebrows. Fitz held the pistols under the formidable man's
nose. Skull sniffed, loudly, stretching to look out the windows of the
to blow the thatched roof off the cottage. The bellow became a choking
sound. His red-rimmed bug eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets
and roll onto the floor. Fitz backed away a step. The Skull coughed,
again, at the same time, focusing his eyes directly on Fitz' face.
Again, Fitz began to squeeze the triggers, thinking he was about to die
at the hands of a giant madman, who had as little regard for the two
pistols aimed at his eyeballs as would the tree trunk of a giant beech,
Skull coughed once more, then his great belly began to dance, as
took a long, deep breath, and coughed, spat, wheezed, and laughed again.
He slapped his knees with his great hands, which were as broad and
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echoing off the sides of the valley, and skimming off the waters of the
bay.
Off shore, near the point of land they called Marcus Hook, sat
three vessels, hove to, close to the beach. Beyond the cove sat ten
more vessels. Each bore the unmistakable black colors with skull and
"Who dares to come into this den of wicked thieves and stand
to his full height, just as suddenly. He stared down at Fitz, who stood
his ground with the pistols, trying to keep from melting inside in the
again, bending over to look out the windows as his huge belly heaved up
and down.
thieves who would boil your innards for supper. And you walked past my
guards to stand here, pistols aimed at the gullet of the dreaded Skull,
and you did all this alone. Outside, my men are forced to watch in
silence, fixed in the very spot where you hog-tied them as they slept on
voice.
stood fast, and pushed the pistols back into Skull's face. Skull backed
away a half a step, studying Fitz who cocked the hammers cooly.
wicked, crooked stumps of teeth. "I'll drown you in gold, silver and
precious jewels. You'll have anything you wish......any women you wish.
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Any man who can get the jump on Skull in the bowels of his own
announced, stating his position tersely. "I have only one interest in
speaking.
down, watching his face for any hint of emotion. "And what might that
be?" He asked, after a long silence of his own, scratching his chin
Fitz pulled the pistols back a few inches. "I'm told you have
reached a bargain with Admiral Gates of the King's navy." Fitz said,
"Never mind." Fitz said. "Tis a known fact, though, that the
King's ships sail past the Hook with no interference from your fleet.
Tis also a fact, that other ships, and ships of the Colonies are not so
listened, quietly.
"You are not canny enough to find your way into the depths of this
place alive, not to be able to figure out why things happen the way they
do." Skull said, carefully measuring this one man, who stood before
him, unflinching in the appalling face of the most infamous and menacing
Fitz nodded. The Colonists cannot afford to offer you what King
George may have offered. The Colonists have not the financial advantage
that unfair taxes can bring. Even so, the Colonists are not without
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freely. There is war between the King's forces and the Colonies. The
loaded with war munitions and gunpowder to pass the Hook unmolested, you
will have all of the same that you wish for your own use."
his eye as the image of his own unlimited supply of powder and munitions
sank in. His mind quickly calculated that he could roam the high seas
at will and pluck the jewels of commerce all the way to the Carribean.
It would mean he could muscle into the rum and sugar traffic, which had
to challenge even the best of British and Dutch warships, and he knew
that his forces would win their share of encounters, exacting a high
with a straight face. "You ask my word?" His belly began to shake
again with laughter. "You ask the word of a pirate?" He began to laugh
uncontrollably again.
Fitz holstered the pistol in his left hand and leaned close,
pushing the barrel of the other pistol tightly under Skull's nose. "A
man's word is only as good as his ability to keep it." Fitz said,
You have the capability to deliver anything you say you can, and I will
laughed again, and with a quick swoop of his huge arm, knocked the gun
Fitz and the pirate stared eye to eye for what seemed an
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Fitz' mind raced, calculating how quickly he could dive for the pistol,
and whether he could recover it before a fist or foot might render him
bellowed anew with fresh laughter. His eyes danced with impishness.
around Fitz' shoulders. "I like you, Captain Fitz!" He said. "You
have guts. You are either very courageous, or very foolish, or very
stupid. Either way, I like you." He bent down and picked up the gun by
It was all Fitz could do to keep from sighing audibly with relief,
and to keep his hands from shaking loose from his arms. Skull walked
Fitz to the door. "You have my word, Captain Fitz." He said, reaching
uncontrollably, his belly shaking. His eyes rolled back into his head
he laughed so hard.
Fitz slipped out the door, and hastened his way through the woods
above the trail. Below him, he could hear muffled shouts, followed by
angry screams as Skull cut loose the closest of his men, and ordered
sounds in the pirate compound told him that all-out battle had erupted,
disparaging remarks to his trusted guards, and who killed several just
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after two full days and nights. At long last, a stiff breeze came up
with the sun on the third morning, and the vessel took off to round the
point.
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Expecting no challenge from the privateers at anchor in the
harbor, who never bothered them, the ship's captain thought nothing
amiss when a small corsair passed them abeam a few leagues from shore.
huge, gaping wound in the hull. Within minutes, the vessel was
From his vantage point high above the harbor, Skull watched
through a long glass, leading a cheer among his men as the Dartnell
began its final journey to its eternal resting place among the reef
dwellers.
sailed northward, toward the Hook, passing through the waters that were
only minutes before defended by the Dartnell. Abeam of the Hook, one
vessel broke ranks, and made for the harbor, tying up at the makeshift
dock at the end of the pier that jutted out from the cottage.
The cargo hatch was quickly opened, and caskets of powder unloaded
into wagons. The wagons disappeared, silently turning into the dark
stepped out and sauntered toward the ship, his heavy cutlass hanging to
the ground, as the captain and his men kept a wary watch from the deck,
On the ground below, in the morning mist that was just beginning
to lift with the light off-shore breeze, the first mate spoke to the
Not a word was spoken between Skull and the first mate. The first
mate squirmed nervously, trying to ignore the fact that it seemed ten
down his spine when his eyes focused on the cutlass, gleamingly sharp.
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Its handle was completely covered with dried blood stains, flakes of
gulped audibly, then forced his eyes straight ahead and never looked
back.
When the last of the cargo was off-loaded, Skull turned toward the
captain returned the salute, gave the order to make ready, and the ship
king. The message was carried from the King's navy by Black Will, a
freed slave who eked out a lonely existence on hog island, a wasteland
skiff to shore, the early morning silence broken only by the gentle
difficult with the wooden peg he used for a leg. The swells of the
rising tide lifted his skiff, making the job even more difficult. At
the end of the pier, Angelina came out and gathered up the small satchel
Angelina, her sweet face bordered with soft, brown curls had
housewife, and, in fact, was kitchen cook at the small settlement. She
did not show it outwardly, but her disposition matched that of the
Years earlier, while little more than a child, against her parents
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wishes, she followed her teenage lover, who was lured to the sea by
dreams of adventure.
There, they were both victimized by pirates who killed him one
strike up a conversation with the wrong people. She was shanghied and
taken by force to the Carribean, and held there against her will, while
Captain Guimont, the pirate leader, lay in wait for slave ships to come
to all the shores of the Carribean, and then to take their captives
search of booty, regularly raided the Spanish Main, and surprised random
slave ships when they were most vulnerable relieving them of the gold
and jewels they often carried as payment for the rum they delivered.
Guimont knew that many New England slave ships carried a bare-
sailed with less than ten aboard, when a full complement would have been
three times that number, and that they would therefore be easily
overcome in battle.
to shore to ever become a target for the Caribs in their war canoes
while he waited for slave ships to arrive. The fierce Caribs were tall,
to fighting. They wore their straight, black hair long, and they
decorated themselves with permanent scars and paint. Human slaves were
kept in corrals; bred, slaughtered, and sold, not unlike cattle in many
other civilizations.
stories of Carib brutality, and often promised her that he would deliver
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her up to the Caribs, where he was sure they would keep her as a
After months of being held there, never knowing how much worse her
miserable condition might suddenly become, idly watching the hot trade
winds lift fingers of steaming mist from the jungle slopes rising from
the shore, she eventually made her move. Her rage had built to fury
from this abuse, especially because she was kept on board purely for the
captain's amusement. She was used and defiled regularly by him, barely
In the steamy heat of his cabin she joined him one night, in his
bed as she had been forced to do many times before. This time, Captain
Guimont made the mistake of forgetting where he was and who he was with.
In the middle of a passionate embrace, she stabbed him to the hilt with
his own knife, then did it again, and again, each time observing his
face carefully for a new reaction. When finally there was none, she
stopped, coldly surveying the damage she had wrecked upon him.
Afterward, she screamed for the first mate, who came running.
Without a word, she shot him between the eyes with the captain's pistol,
then challenged the rest of the crew, most of whom, she knew, had also
Finding no takers, she held the crew at bay while advocating her
position to them. Arguing that she was the best choice as new captain
of the vessel, she gradually won them over. Clearly, they recognized
that she was the only one among them with the courage to rise up and
to be a victim of cruel abuse for the last time. She stepped forward to
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She plundered the high seas with the best of the pirates, and had
retiring from the disruptive life of the sea. She joined, instead, the
raucus band of thieves who settled there under the protective wing of
the dreaded Skull, seeking refuge from justice, poverty, debts, vengeful
the sword and the gory lifestyle she had come to know aboard ship, where
At least while she was at Marcus Hook, the only thing she had to
fear was the other pirates, and most of them were satisfied to know she
would shoot them dead without asking a question. Those who weren't,
knew that they would have Skull to contend with for any trouble they
knew, from experience, that he would string their carcasses up over the
yardarm before, or after, she shot them, and that her aim was excellent.
Things oten got rowdy, but most men at Marcus Hook purposely gave
Angelina a wide berth. Besides, Marcus Hook never lacked for buxom
women willing to lay with the pirates, or the devil himself, for a
price.
Violence never lurked far from the surface anywhere there were
pirates, and that certainly was the case at Marcus Hook. One morning,
council.
Swallowing hard, after a long pull on the rum bottle that was to
good reason. "I tell you, Skull," Scabbard said, "I'm tired of that
scum-sucking pig, Campbell and his lousy band getting the cream of the
spoils.
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My men took down the guard at the Custom House. All Campbell had
to do was walk in behind us, fill his bags and walk away. Why should he
get an equal share when my men, and Bagnell's, and Pike's, took all the
risks?" There was a long silence, during which Scabbard passed the rum
bottle to the two men with him. "Yeah. Why should he?" The two other
Skull stood up. He walked slowly toward the window, bending his
head slightly to look out. Scabbard and the others shifted nervously in
their seats. All three men kept their hands near their pistols.
"That's how you feel, then, is it?" Skull asked, after a long,
intense silence. Scabbard nodded, as Skull turned and looked his way.
Scabbard squirmed in the direct gaze. "The truth is," Skull said,
slowly walking back toward the table where the men sat. "I agree with
you."
relaxed for a moment, and tapped each other on the shoulder with
congratulatory pats. "You and your men should get more than Campbell,
heard Skull's cutlass un-sheath, it had already begun its giant arc that
At that moment, the door was opened, and five or six other pirates
silence, not even attempting to wipe any of the blood from it. Staring
each of the entering pirates in the face, he left the tavern. Outside
the door, he turned and, snapping his fingers, pointed toward the mess,
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The other pirates stared in disbelief for a few seconds, then they
took a deep breath, and turned away as if nothing had happened. They
rowdiness. Never again, did anyone at Marcus Hook complain about the
Skull took the message satchel from Angelina and sat down with it
"I imagine Governor Braddock is not very happy with you, Skull."
Angelina observed, opening the letter he handed to her to read for him.
Skull grinned, and took a long sip of rum. "No doubt." He said, as she
read:
Majesty's fleet, the HMS Dartnell, has been missing from its assigned
waters since the fourteenth day of this the month of June. Certainly,
His Majesty, King George III, realizes that the privateer vessels of
Skull, and their captains, know nothing of its whereabouts, and will be
expect the terms of our prior agreement to be honored, as they have been
in the past.
Skull leaned back in the great chair at the end of the table. He
put his feet on the bench against the wall and leaned back. He grinned,
pirate with wavy black hair, pulled tight into a braided ponytail that
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His breeches were bright crimson, and he wore a red bandana around
his forehead. His beard was black, and neatly trimmed, and he was naked
from the waist up, except for a thick, gold necklass with a dangling
medallion.
Parker stood at the end of the table and asked, "Did you call me,
Sir?" "I did." Said the Skull. "I need you to draft a letter for me
to Governor Braddock."
"Aye, Sir." Parker said. He was the most literate of all the
pirates in the den, and the only one who could both read and write. He
took the quill and ink bottle Angelina brought to him and started to
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betrayed its presence to Fitz, who lay in wait at what had become known
as outlaw bend on the Turk's Head Highway. It was his plan to try a new
since the outbreak of hostilities between the crown and the colonies had
held by Loyalist forces. A good many families had to flee their homes
and live in the forest until after the hostilities, because their
attempts to remain among hostile neighbors lost many a farmer his grain
Families were split and brothers turned against each other, some
supporting the crown, some hating the crown, both with passionate
fervor.
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Fitz some of the ways of Marcus Hook in his new approach to
Fitz had dug a shallow pit across the entire width of the highway at the
At the very time when he knew the driver would be forced to direct
all of his attention to the team to keep them under control for the
long, difficult climb to the top, the carriage had to roll across a
false roof in the road, which he covered loosely with leaves, grass, and
other debris.
which was still unknown to Fitz who waited in the darkness), dropped
into a hopeless trap, its broken wheels mired irreversibly in the mud.
Without a moment allowed for the driver and his armed guard to
survey the situation, Fitz was upon them, dropping from a tree behind
them on a rope. Quickly, he disarmed them, and tied them up. Then he
climbed down over the rounded edge of the coach, and pulled the door
open.
inside. "Please, Sir. I will do what you say. I mean you no harm." A
Fitz held the door open, and spoke again. "Alright, then," He
said, "Step down from there, and stand fast where I can see you." A
lone woman traveler stepped down from the stair. It was then, in the
faint light from the stars overhead, that Fitz could see the fine
gilding and the Crown seal on the door that told him he had stopped a
"Well," Fitz said. "It appears that this coach carries someone
important." The woman stood against the coach, holding her arm across
her face defensively. "Who are you, pray tell?" Fitz demanded of her.
"I ask again, who are you?" He repeated his demand when she did
not answer at first. "I am the wife of the Governor, Miles Braddock, on
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my way to......" The woman said, but suddenly, she cut her words short.
She stood, with a hand over her lips, taking in a huge gulp of air.
She asked, finally, whispering the words to avoid being heard by the
driver and the guard, who were tied tightly, and gagged against their
Fitz lowered his pistols, and looked into the woman's face.
words.
"I never expected to see you alive again." She said, her voice
nearly choked off with emotion. He quickly pulled her behind the coach,
away from any possible line of view of the men tied to the bench.
the darkness for a second, then she collapsed into his arms. They
whispered back. "Governor? Did you say wife of the Governor?" Fitz
asked.
She looked over her shoulder, glancing nervously toward the front
As soon as she said the words, she slipped back into his arms and
whispered, "I didn't say that I love him. I said married to, but I
never said in love with." Katie said, holding him fast in her arms.
She smiled. Her face appeared as warm and soft in the gentle starlight
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Fitz could not keep from grinning at the thought of Katie in his
arms once again. He chuckled, muffling the sound with his hand. "Hold
fast, there, Miss. I'll take that purse." Fitz said, loudly, shaking
She slammed the coach door shut with her foot, and pushed against
second thought. " No, better yet. Come to see me at the summer mansion
My husband has gone to England until the fall. The children will
be joining me next week. Be at the edge of the woods beyond the privy,
directly behind the main house tomorrow night at ten. Can you do that?"
"I must tie you up." Fitz said. "I promise to be gentle." She
smiled, then screamed. "You beast! Let go of me, you dreadful beast!"
She threw a bag against the door of the coach. It landed with a crash.
Fitz tied her gently, and left her beside the coach. He
shouldered the bags and stepped into the gully off the road. He saluted
the driver and the armed guard as he disappeared. Katie screamed at the
"Thief!! You'll be hanged for this!! You'll never get away with
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CHAPTER IV
early evening azure sky, just above the horizon. The three planets of
Mercury, Jupiter, and Mars were clustered in a tiny triangle to the left
and slightly below the full moon. It was a rare astronomical occurrence
them in the untold hours of solitude he spent above Castle Rock. Never
before had he seen a constellation in the heavens that stirred him so.
Providence, that it was a message from God that the pursuit of freedom
Fitz had first seen it when he was reporting back to Jonas Webster
with news on his meeting with Skull. "It is difficult to stand fast,
and spit in the face of death, when one has a good home, a fine wife,
and small mouths to feed." Jonas said, expressing the fears of all men
Before the words were out of Jonas' mouth, Fitz found himself
pointing to the odd constellation that appeared for the first time that
very evening. Fitz said nothing, but bowed down on his knees while
beholding the spectacle. "It is a sign, I tell you." Jonas said. "A
sure sign. We are doing the right thing." Fitz nodded his silent
agreement.
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This night, Fitz used the light of the moon to navigate the steep,
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The mansion was accessible to the east by a maintained trail
nearly impenetrable wilderness, the mansion was well guarded when in use
by the governor, but was left with a sparce patrol when he was in
It was less than six miles from Fitz' fortress in the wilderness.
There was no good trail leading in that direction, and Fitz pushed
meadow outside the stone and split rail fence that encircled the
Water cascaded down over the rocks made shiny by the white light
of the moon, and bubbled softly, twisting and roiling its way into the
darkness. The sound echoed off the leaves of the trees rimming the
descending valley.
the wall outside the mansion, and aimed his long rifle toward the sound.
sight of Katie, who stepped lightly into the clearing. She wore a long,
Her hair was pulled back, and tucked under a hood. She ran toward
him quickly, and he put his arm around her, pulling her down near the
wall.
movement. Seeing none, he let go the flint on the long rifle, and laid
embraced. He kissed her warmly on the mouth. She wrapped her arms
around him, and caressed his forehead, then she cradled his face. "Let
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me look at you." She said, after a long silence. "I thought sure you
were dead." He pulled back, checking the clearing again for danger. "I
"Come." She said. "I have prepared a place for us." Katie took
him by the hand, and led him through the dry-stacked rock wall. They
entered the barn through a back door, away from the main house.
and followed them inside. The dog nuzzled the backs of Fitz's knees,
while, that he was a friend, the dog snorted once, wagged her tail
twice, and lay down on the hay, where she could observe them both.
favorite of all the animals here, and she insists on deciding whether or
not she approves of your presence on these grounds. She's the queen,
you see."
Fitz laughed, and gave the dog a quick scratch behind the ears
before sitting down. "I've always missed you, Fitz." Katie said as he
sat down. "We never got a chance to say goodbye properly." She
"It's so unfair!" She said, pounding her knees with her hands.
"You have been doomed to spend your life in hiding." She leaned across
the hay and put both hands on his shoulder, leaning her head against his
neck. "And you did nothing. You broke no law." Fitz shrugged, and
caressed her neck as she talked. She turned away, and continued to
"When you left Ludwick's Corner that night, and fled south to
Wilmington, I was sure you had been shot. Cyrus, that dreadful weasel
have to admit, later, that you had gotten away from him and his men at
the Turk's Head Inn. He had boasted so often that he and his men would
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run you down and capture you, and would deliver you to the constable in
chains."
as well." He said, shaking his head for emphasis, then with a wink and
concerned gaze in his direction. "He did shoot you, then, just as he
breath. "I survived." He said, with a broad grin. "I survived, and
She said, laughing. "You do not sound very careful to me." She smiled,
and looked admiringly into his eyes. "So you are the great highwayman,
Captain Fitz. I have wondered. I once heard the name, but I had been
assured that you were dead." She sighed. "I have never been able to
let go the thought of you, for that very reason." Their eyes met in the
"Oh, Fitz, It has been hell not to be able to be with you. I have
never wanted any other....." Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"I know, love." He said, softly. "I have felt the same for all
these years. I have had no one to be with, no one even to talk with.
You have been with me in spirit all this time. And I have been with
you." She smiled, and looked down at his hands, caressing his strong,
"I am the wife of the Governor." She said, her face suddenly
flushing. She lowered her eyes, then she looked up and held him by both
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slowly. "It was of infinitely more benefit to him than it has been to
me. "Given time, your respect will grow for the man, and you will come
to love him, even as your mother and I have come to love each other."
She pouted, then shook her head slowly. "How wrong my father was
when one has all of him squarely in view." She chuckled. "That is
before we married."
observed him in silence for a moment. "Miles Braddock would have a rope
about your neck in the wink of an eye." She said, finally, scolding him
with a clucking tongue. "So would many men." Fitz said, shrugging his
said with a titter. Fitz laughed with her. "Probably not." He agreed.
Fitz took a deep breath, and turned toward Katie. "And you have
his.
Julie is ten, Will nine, and Christopher and Beverly are twins, they are
mother." He said, quietly. "Thank you," She said, lowering her eyes
as she spoke. "What a sweet thing for you to say." She blushed
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slightly. I sincerely mean it." Fitz said, assuringly. She patted his
hands in thanks.
searching the premises with her eyes. "Horace and Will, in particular,
may show up almost anywhere, and anytime. They can be little Hellions.
Fitz smiled. "I will be forever saddened not to have been a part
They will have the advantage of solid stock to carry them in this often
difficult world."
nothing, but gazed deeply into his eyes. Then her face brightened with
a gentle smile. "I shall," She said, softly. "I have told no other of
these, my deepest thoughts and feelings." She took a deep breath and
exhaled slowly.
mischievous fire. She pulled both of his hands into her own, holding
them tightly.
"I did not know how things would work out. I listened to my
father, God rest his soul. He was well-meaning, and only wished the
best for me. I will uphold his wishes, and I will see this marriage,
and the raising of these children through, for I love him as he loved
me.
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I wish I could say that I love my husband. I wish I could call
dealings that put any for which you have been accused, to shame. In the
prance about this colony, advocating for the cause of the King, berating
many who have spoken out against them, and all the while, they skim from
tax monies collected from these poor, miserable wretches, who barely eke
If the King knew the truth, he would have Miles Braddock's head.
He may yet." She paused for an instant. "I have seen the corruption of
Miles Braddock first hand. I have seen him succumb to the temptations
first proffered by Earl Calder, and the scum with which he associates.
Nay, Fitz, you need not convince me. I, too, will always wish
that circumstances might have been different for us, that we might be
together.
tightly. "You were my first true love, and you will be my last." "Nor
I." He said, taking her into his arms. They embraced. "Oh, Fitz."
She whispered. "Hold me. Hold me close. I have missed you so." The
lantern shone a soft yellow light that flickered a silent rhythm against
became morning.
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On October 19, 1777, Sir William Howe evacuated Germantown after a
could then use to make a collective attack on the river forts manned by
the Colonists.
Fort Mifflin and then launched a heavy bombardment against it. For
three weeks, with superior forces, the British pounded away on the
log pallisade. Their guns in the fort were vastly inferior and
ineffective.
which he declared that Fort Mifflin would soon be renamed after himself,
Webster. Leaving behind a leather harness bag filled with cash, Jonas
spoke of the concerns of many Colonials about the way their forces
"We have heard that Howe is continuing his assault on the forts
hope is that we can hold the forts and starve the British out of
Philadelphia. We must hold the forts, but even now, Howe is moving on
Fort Mifflin, and the word in the village is that he will take the Fort
by tomorrow night.
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General Washington is unable to respond. Most of his men have
are so poorly equipped they can do nothing. Most do not even have
Jonas had hardly spoken the words, when Fitz disappeared, slipping
soundlessly into the woods. Jonas looked around the clearing, and
walked back to his barn, where he emptied the bag Fitz had brought.
direction. His strides lengthened and his breathing became deep and
even, and he began to perspire, picking up his rhythm, taking the heavy
Far off in the distance behind him, unknown to him, and to Jonas
wilderness. They followed even the most difficult trails easily, and
ran down ninety percent of their prey within hours. They had delivered
when directing his men to split up near the top of Hurricane Ridge.
The three men had been following Jonas Webster regularly while
trying to catch Fitz. On one other occasion, they had seen them
together. Seeing him again this day, they threw caution to the wind,
They were certain they had been undetected, and could taste the
sweet victory that would soon be theirs if they could deliver such a
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Skillings picked up the pace, following directly in Fitz' path.
He sent the other two around the base of the ridge, expecting that all
three would come upon the unsuspecting Fitz at the same time in the
Skillings rushed headlong down the narrow, rocky path that led
around the rim of the cold spring pool below the falls. He could see
late. He was already suspended, twenty feet above the trail, his broken
leg locked tightly in the rope noose Fitz had fashioned for him.
raiding party might emerge from the forest and find him trapped, and
helpless, there.
The first of his men stumbled along behind him, crashing noisily
through the brush, somehow sensing imminent danger, but not knowing
where to look to find it. He kept his rifle at the ready as he walked,
He never even saw the rifle butt that knocked him unconscious, and
sent him rolling headfirst down the steep embankment, and into the pond,
where he landed with a splash, and sank from view. Fitz ran off, back
The third man was still some distance off. Fitz knew these woods
much better than Cyrus' men, and he knew that the bounty hunter would
Skillings had sent him. Fitz waited for him to begin the climb, then
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It met its target with a muffled smacking sound, and the third of
Cyrus' men dropped into the canyon below with a thud, disappearing
without a word.
at Fort Mifflin as the Hessian general was splitting his large force to
make a two-pronged attack against the north and south faces of the fort.
Fitz stood in the forest several hundred yards to the north of the
fort, keeping well away from the British forces. Artillery shells
pounded the fort, causing the Colonial defenders to cling to the log
The Hessian general began the assault with a wave of his arm. The
vastly inferior Colonial forces fired upon them, but their vantage point
Fitz climbed into a tree, resting his back in the crotch of an old
sugar maple. He lifted his long rifle, tamped home a charge, and
waited.
The general led the charge himself, true to his word. The Hessian
He reached the top of the hill, and waved his forces on to what
from the breasts of the assault forces, who sensed imminent victory. He
At that moment, his arm dropped, and he fell, face first, crashing
to the dusty earth, pierced through the heart by a ball from the still
One by one, Fitz picked off the leaders of the charging Hessians.
A black Patriot soldier from Maine, named Lonnon Rhode called out to the
rest of the Colonials. "Those shots came from over there! Did you see?
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A man is shooting from yonder tree! We are saved! Return the fire! We
A common voice lifted in cheer from within the walls of the fort.
Hessians had taken more than 400 casualties, and retreated to Woodbury
The battle died down near the end of the day, and the height of
the British fiasco was reached when Colonial forces in the fort set fire
to one of two British warships that had tried to come to the Hessian's
victory from the exhausted Colonists. The frustrated British set fire
to the other vessel themselves. As the sun set that evening, turning
the westerly sky a brilliant red, the Colonial forces within Fort
the foot of the sugar maple and waved his long rifle once at the men of
Fort Mifflin. Then he turned, and was gone as silently as he had come.
The failure to take the fort was a serious reversal for the
British. Forced to bide their time, and to build more batteries, and
even some even more extravagant floating batteries. It was very costly
for them to have to wait until November before they finally were able to
take Fort Mifflin. When they finally did, it was in fighting that
lasted six days and was so intense that the Colonials had no choice but
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The sun started its climb over the trees, splashing an orange and
tangerine glow against the brilliantly dark, blue sky. A gentle breeze
from the west, lifted the leaves on the trees and forecast the coming
rains.
Regina walked the well-worn path from her cottage at the east end
of the village, and the Turk's Head Inn, as she had for so many
mornings.
her habit, who had been awake and chattering noisily since an hour
She heard a short, hissing sound as she passed the hedgerow beside
the alley. She saw Fitz standing there, waving for her to walk toward
him.
"You should not be here at this time of day." She quickly admonished
him. "You know there are many eyes and ears in this village, and few
"Have you forgotten that Cyrus has made his personal vow to
capture you, and his men are everywhere? There were two of them at the
Braddock, now is it?" She asked, looking down her nose at him. Fitz
smiled. "It has always been Lady Braddock." He said without cracking a
smile.
Look at me." She said, taking him by the shoulders. "Have you no
brains at all? Surely you're not serious about this. How, or why would
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the likes of you be sending messages to the wife of the Governor?" She
asked.
out. Among the handful of people in his world that he had ever been
able to trust, there was none more faithful to him than Regina.
over the years. To Fitz, Regina had always been the sister that he
could count on. She looked after him, protected him, and was often the
only person he could talk with for months. He never thought of her as
more.
loving no one. She did not even admit her interest in Fitz to herself.
She kept busy instead. She was married only to her job at the Inn. She
had spent her life taking care of others, including her parents, who had
died recently.
looked at this man, whom she had cared for and looked after for years.
outside the law and outside society. She saw him only rarely. When she
did, it was all she could do to maintain her tough exterior shell, yet
and married Miles Braddock. And now she is raising his five children."
"And how is it that you happen to know all this?" Regina asked.
Then her expression changed, and her eyes opened wide, as she made the
connection in her mind. "Of course," She said, answering her own
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Fitz stood back a pace, smiling. He chuckled. "You ransacked her
coach, and now you are carrying on an affair with her!" Regina chided.
"You devil, you. You larger than life devil!" She looked at him for
both hands on her hips. He smiled. "I need you to get a message to my
said. "These are difficult times we live in." He nodded. "The war is
not going well. Our losses are great. It will be a long struggle, I
fear, and costly to many." Regina nodded her head in agreement. "I was
told by Jonas Webster about your visit to Marcus Hook." She said.
know quite what to expect, but he was not what I expected, at all."
Regina hugged him. "You should not be expected to risk your life in
this cause for freedom." She said. "You shall never be free no matter
the outcome."
answered. "There are many who risk their lives every day in this
battle, who do not enjoy the freedom they lay their lives down to
protect. I have seen many African slaves who volunteer to fight, and
others forced to take the place of their masters, and I have seen
brothers. Many of the white men do not consider them brothers at all,
Still, there are many others, men like Jonas Webster. Should they
survive this war, I have no question in my mind that they will rise to
power after the conflict. These men will be fair where others have been
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corrupt, and eager to take advantage of those less fortunate. I have
hope, and they have hope. They have chosen freely to join this fight.
of the bitter cold, but they have chosen to join. None of us has
For now, I am more free than many who have freedom in name. It is true
I do not have freedom as some would define it, but my actions are free.
reassuringly. Although he had never been a free man, there was none she
had ever met who was more free than Captain Fitz.
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Fitz quietly stole out of the forest and gingerly stepped across
the slippery rocks in the stream outside the Governor's Turk's Head
mansion.
Katie joined him by the wall. They embraced quickly, then slipped
into the barn. Heather, the collie joined them as they sat down in the
"I've been so worried about you, love." She said, as she took
some cheese and fruit from her pocket, and opened the napkin to spread
"You have been found out." She said. Fitz sat back, with a
startled look on his face. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Word has
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"Cyrus." She said, spitting the words. "There is a pig that is
well-known to you and me, and also to my husband and his crooked
back to Turk's Head, in spite of his broken leg." Fitz frowned. "I
should have finished him off." He said. She nodded. "I'm afraid you
should have."
watching." He snorted. "They just have not seen anything until now."
"You must be careful." She said, stroking his hand. "Now there
will be many more who watch." She leaned toward him and kissed his
"I have more news." She said. "The Governor will be returning to
At first, she looked down, flushing slightly. Then her eyes met
his. She looked at him, longingly. "The child is yours." She said.
He lifted her chin gently with his finger and looked directly into
her eyes. "Katie, my sweet Katie. What misery have I brought into your
life this time?" He asked. She shook her head and squeezed his hands.
the child I have always wanted, not the child of a loveless marriage
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raised with the name of Miles Braddock, but he will have the heart and
we even know it will be a boy?" He asked. "It will be." She said.
She mouthed the words very deliberately. Her voice was firm and clear.
"It will be a boy, and his name shall be Edward." She shook her head
Fitz leaned back against the hay and pulled Katie into his bosom.
He rocked her gently, covering her against the chill night air of the
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From his safe vantage point among the tall oak trees at the top of
the ridge, looking down from north of Elmar's mansion, between the
Wissahicon Creek and Sandy run, Fitz was able to observe the war council
The afternoon sun spilled upon the red brick structure, and the
sharp-edged buildings contrasted with the fall earth tones of the hills
a sharp slope leading down to the Wissahicon. It was long, two stories
high, and at least twenty five feet wide. Through its center ran a
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In front of the building, enveloped by the rough trees on the
right, sat a spring house, and behind that a thatched barn, where a few
At the western gable end of the house, a huge catalpa tree spread
circumference. The tree shaded the entrance, and blocked the vision of
Looking through the large ten over ten light window built into the
wall above the front door, he could see Earl Calder, seated at the end
He gestured to the British officers with his left hand, and held a large
Even from several hundred yards away, Fitz fancied that he could
see small bits of greasy chicken mixed with sputum flying about the
simultaneously.
Patiently, Fitz waited for the sun to drop behind the trees. For
All of the area nearby had been held by the British for some time,
and was considered secure, even to the point of carelessness. The only
neighbors left were either Whigs, and Tory sympathizers, or Quakers, who
Earl Calder climbed aboard his coach with one driver and two armed
guards for the ride back to his home in Mt. Airy. Within minutes, he
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was sound asleep, snoring loudly, as the carriage rolled and rocked over
At the narrows, above the descent leading toward the falls, the
carriage slowed. Fitz unleashed the sharpened spike he had readied for
The spike crashed into the spokes of the carriage with a ripping
noise. The front wheels collapsed, dropping the carriage to the dusty
one with the long rifle, and the other with his pistol. He knocked the
driver out with the butt of the rifle, rolling him into the bushes
Earl Calder made a noise not unlike the bellow of an enraged bull
shoes caused him to slip from the stair, and he rolled under the
The pistol he brandished fell from his grasp. Fitz was upon him
in an instant, removing the pistol, and quickly checking him for other
Earl Calder sputtered. "By all that's holy, I will have your head upon
a plate!!" He spewed, spit, and screamed, turning the air blue with his
sock stuffed in his mouth. He quickly tied his hands behind his back,
then ripped his jacket and breeches off, leaving him standing, naked and
Fitz shouldered the leather satchel from the seat of the carriage,
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again." He said, simply. With that plain gesture and greeting, he was
He walked all night, following the old Delaware trail that he and
and Doctor Witt, and the burying ground where they had met their demise.
there was endless wilderness, there were now reclaimed fields, planted
in wheat, barley, and corn. How empty, cold, and foreign these farms
to plow, and providing homes and playgrounds for chipmunks and other
small animals. He was struck by the realization that only the white man
claimed the land exclusively for his own. Indians might make the same
claim, but it would be for the tribe, not for the individual.
Roads appeared where trails had formed, and houses sat in small
their survival.
terrain.
silence. His buckskin moccasins were the only shoes he had known for
many years, and they padded lightly, and quickly, across the forest
floor.
Following the stars, he kept to the high land well above the Ridge
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Stopping only one night to rest, he arrived at the Inn of the Seven
grove of trees on the easterly side of the Turk's Head Road. "Fitz."
Jonas said, smiling broadly. "I cannot tell you how good it is to see
you standing here, alive. The word we received from Philadelphia was
not good. I was afraid you had been lost. We heard of skirmishes all
said, with a hearty laugh. "Were you able to learn anything of British
intentions for the winter? Jonas asked, his face becoming serious.
Jonas wore the new uniform of the Colonial army. His jacket
insignia carried the rank of major general. It was ripped and dusty,
one pocket torn completely off, and there was a bullet hole in the
shoulder. His sleeve was bloodied. He wore no shoes. His feet were
Fitz nodded. "I've done better than that." He said with a wink.
With that, he handed the leather satchel to Jonas, who stood open-
mouthed for a second. Then he opened it and tore through its contents
following the lightly marked positions with his finger. "Good. Good."
invaluable to us. It will save many Colonial lives, I can assure you,
a gift from none other than the great Earl Calder. He sends his best to
you, and regrets he could not grace you with his presence at this
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seems to lose his clothes in the most remote places. In any case, use
Fitz leaned down and removed the moccasins from his feet, handing
silencing Jonas with a sharp wave of his hand. "You are now a fighting
man. A fighting man needs shoes to continue the fight. I only wish I
could do the same for all your men. Don't worry about Captain Fitz.
There is another pair in the hide of the next deer I see in yonder
wood."
It was all Jonas Webster could do to wave his thanks. Fitz was
deep breath, and tried to fight off the chill. His body shivered
uncontrollably. He bent over and pulled the warm moccasins onto his
feet, lacing them securely about his legs. Then he turned and walked
the stable beside the outpost overlooking the valley toward Kimberton.
Colonel Benjamin Tupper took it, mounted his horse, returned Jonas'
windows on the southern side of the Inn of the Seven Stars. Its white
stucco walls shielded the officers who huddled around the wooden table,
trying to keep warm against the intrusive draft. The windows did little
the frontier a few years earlier, brought a pitcher of fine ale to the
the table for them. "I can only wish I had more to give you. I fear
the task you face is grim." He bowed, and walked back to the bar.
Jonas nodded and sipped warm ale from a pewter mug and spoke with
the other four Colonial officers. "What did your men have to eat
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today?" He asked, pointing to Eldridge Peabody with his nose. "Only a
"And that's the trouble, I tell you." Jonas said. "All the men
are starving. And they have no shoes. I heard just yesterday that
pairs of shoes among all his men, and both of those are owned by one
man." Thadeus Cooper nodded. "It is the same among all regiments."
and that is, be the Good Lord willing, that anyone survives until
a hearty mouthful of the ale. "Aye." Jonas said with a nod. "He has
once again, deprived the fat harbormaster, Earl Calder, of his pants in
public." The group erupted into loud laughter. "Good for him."
suspected was true. Admiral Simms is having a more difficult time with
his navy now that his dominance of the waters north of Marcus Hook has
been challenged. It appears that the bargain we struck with Skull was a
good one."
of the officers with his hands behind his back. His wife, Mary, stood
folded and handed to his wife. "I am a good baker as well as a good
brewmaster."
Jonas stood, and put his arm across Jacob's shoulder. Tears
filled his eyes, as they always did when he considered the hardship that
lay ahead for any making the sacrifice to join the cause.
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Mary nodded her silent approval. "I will give my notice to Elder
Mayo this evening." Jacob announced. Jacob and Mary Ludwick were the
had once been owned by Horace Witt, Katie's father. Jacob also worked
as brewmaster for Elder Mayo, the owner of the Inn of the Seven Stars,
lending a hand because his sons were all enlisted and away from home.
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While the Revolutionary War raged, true to his word, Skull and his
outlaw seamen kept pressure on the British warships trying to enter the
surprise attacks.
His word to Fitz was good. At first, the attacks never left any
hard evidence that could be traced to Skull's men. All the British were
left with was nagging doubt, about the mysterious disappearance of their
It was enough to turn the tide in many battles, and the Colonial
forces were able to sail with renewed vigor. At the same time, Skull
made the best use of his now endless supply of powder to expand his
He expanded his raids on the Spanish Main, moving into the illicit
plantation and to raise cattle and sugar there, which he then traded
At the same time, his corsairs began plundering the Spanish and
English ships carrying luxury goods which they traded for meat and
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His plunder, and that of other pirates on Hispanola was so
His own business grew so large that European money lenders and
bankers were attracted, lending him money to expand his operations still
when the blacks would mutiny and attempt to overtake the whites.
jungle, where he was born, and where his birth name was Tefukan. He was
tribe, and was taken away along with two of his brothers.
After first being taught to speak some Portuguese, which made him more
Tefukan was African, yet his skin was light in color, giving him
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legal system that graded the mixtures produced by white masters, who
white owner of his plantation saw promise in him, and allowed him to
take advantage of the fact that his mulatto looks would make him less
master, quickly killing the white owner of the plantation, whose name
murdered master, in what was to him a triumphant gesture, and then began
age, and was allowed to learn to read and write. As the leader of the
infamous with one atrocious act. He once decapited all of the whites in
a prison compound under his control, and adorned the pickets of the
many times to decide if people brought before him should live or die.
He would open the locket in their presense, and if the mirror was
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steamed with humidity when he opened it, he spared them. If it was dry,
Dessalines also was known to kill animals when he ran out of human
subjects, black or white. By the time the revolt he led began to show
muscled his way aboard a corsair, where he continued the rape and
corsairs one day ran down a British merchant ship southeast of the
Cayman Islands.
merchant ship took flight the moment the corsairs came into view.
bow, but the gunner miscalculated. The shot tore into the bow, spewing
The merchant ship dropped its sails and came around, an obvious
for plunder.
bridge, hands in the air. Their clothes were ripped and bloody. Pools
prisoners.
stood, both arms raised to the heavens. The skipper's shirt was ripped
his voice rising with anger. "I have none." He repeated. "We were
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Smith eyed the captain suspiciously. "Your judgement may be
squirmed nervously.
Smith's first mate stepped behind the besieged captain and pulled
his head back. He held a long, curved knife to the captain's throat.
Smith and his men were among Skull's fiercest warriors, but their
personal grooming from his crews, which additionally concealed his own
schizoid personality.
could present himself as the gentleman that he once was. No one knew
anything of his inner thoughts, and, indeed, even among pirates known
for unstable acts, he had a well-earned reputation for quick and violent
mood swings.
His tale was different from that of most pirates on the high seas.
there, only a few miles from Marcus Hook. He often saw pirates making
their way into the villages, in sober moments, to trade for goods and
services.
He had seen Skull for the first time when he was ten years old,
riding the outskirts of the village on his horse carriage. Though his
mother and all his family spent hours scornfully condemning Skull and
his band for the wicked brigand he was, Thomas Smith had never seen a
His schooling prepared him well for the career in banking and
finance that his mother and father planned for him, and he silently
obeyed their wishes until he was a grown man. He was twenty four when
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Skull's men burst into the bank at Chester, and robbed it in broad
daylight.
the building, then he found courage from somewhere deep inside, and got
Skull drew it back, ready to challenge and behead any who would
stand in his way. Thomas Smith stared straight ahead at the huge
pirate, who blocked out all the light from the door behind him.
For no reason that made any sense, to anyone but Thomas Smith,
Thomas Smith did not cower. He did not shake. He did not beg for
mercy, the way most people did. In fact, his strange blue eyes fairly
Skull stood aghast, ready for any reaction but this. He dropped
the blade of the cutlass, observing the spectre in silence. "I like
silence.
Skull, saluting him. "If you please, sir," He laughed. "I would be
look on his face. He studied Thomas Smith for a second, then smiled,
spinning him round with his hand. Skull's first mate swore, and spit
"This dandy is too pretty for a life the likes of which we lead."
that was lacking in all the other pirates, Skull included. "There is an
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clothing. Surprise, in an encounter is the best of all weapons to have
at your disposal."
The first mate stepped up to Thomas Smith, and stared into his
face, nearly touching his nose with his own. His hand gripped the
Smith smiled, and returned the stare willingly. The first mate
The first mate pulled on the cutlass. Smith kicked him in the
knee. The pirate fell, cursing, holding his knee with both hands.
Smith danced, staying just outside his reach and continued laughing.
"I say he goes with us." Skull said, leering menacingly over the
bejewelled dagger. The first mate dragged himself to his feet, and all
conscious decision to abandon his family who loved him, his job, his
roots, and his promising future, to join Skull and his scurrilous
compatriots in their perilous life style. Thus did Thomas Smith begin
his climb that eventually allowed him to captain one of Skull's dreaded
corsairs.
"What was this pirate captain like, sir?" Smith asked the hostage
British captain. His men interrupted with shouts from the cargo holds
below. "He's right, Captain Smith." They called out. "The holds are
even gave his name. Jean-Jacques Dessailes. He is a black man, but not
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"I consider myself and my men fortunate to still be alive. But
"Magic mirror?" Smith asked. The captain nodded. His head and
explained, stuttering.
"He had us on the deck, and his men were about to slice off our
heads, w-w-when he removed from his pocket this small, gold mirror in a
steamed, you shall live.'" The skipper grimmaced. "He said the words
Smith grinned as he heard the tale. "Then the mirror must have
been steamed." He said, surveying the men on deck with his hand.
deeply.
"It was not so for the other four." He pointed toward the
forecastle, and the four headless bodies stuffed under the winch.
Smith grinned, and chuckled out loud as he looked. Then his face
turned serious. "Skull will not be pleased about this." He said to his
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barking orders into the ear of his helmsman. "Left full rudder!!" He
screamed. The ship lurched in the water, nearly knocking him from his
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Another twelve pound ball crashed into the mainmast, splintering
it, and sending deadly shrapnell about the decks. The first ship
the dull, smoky mist, arcing skyward. They landed with a clanging,
metallic thud.
gradually, the two ships came together. Out of the smoke appeared the
sounded, slicing metallic rythms that echoed throughout the ship. Men
screamed and swore. Some begged for mercy. Cannisters of grape shot
fired from the boarding vessel at the last second took down many of
Thomas Smith charged into the fiasco, swinging wildly with his
impending death.
territory.
Smith sliced and chopped his way to the bridge and stepped into a
small area clear of smoke and fire. There, facing him, holding the two-
He wore a green felt hat with a huge red feather that protruded at
a rakish angle, then curled under, toward the back of his neck. He wore
waistcoat, he wore a yellow silk blouse, and his chest was covered with
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medals and campaign ribbons in several languages. Two pistols were
waistcoat held a dagger, as did each boot top. He had three long,
crooked knifes stuffed into the leather waist belt he wore, and there
was a ten inch hat pin stuck through the brim of his hat.
His face was distorted as he parried the first blow of Dessalines' huge
sword.
swung again.
disdainfully.
Smith laughed all the harder and thrust again with his sword.
Dessalines brought his broadsword down with a slicing motion, and cut
clear at the last possible instant, then began taunting Dessalines and
his swing, dropping to one knee on the deck as he brought the sword
around.
his foot, neatly severed, rolled onto the deck in front of him. He
looked down at the gushing blood for an instant, then screamed and
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laughed at the same time. He unholstered his pistol. He laughed
Half of Smith fell to the deck, and the other half rolled over the rail,
The ship rolled and lurched. He turned, for the first time aware
of Skull and the rest of his men, who stood watching the battle.
his face. Dessalines had been free too long. He willingly challenged
the men with his sword. Death would seem a fair payment, to him, for
Dessalines gulped at the sight, but tightened his grip on the sword,
ahead." He leered. Skull squeezed the trigger, then caught the hammer
with his thumb, and dropped the gun's barrel toward the deck.
well. If you sailed as well as you fight, you might still be leading us
toward the horizon, and we might still be giving chase." Skull laughed,
putting his huge hands on his hips. His men laughed with him.
"I could use a man with such guts." Skull said. "I'm going to
variety of possible outcomes. With a huge bow, and a wave of his hat in
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"Come." He said, putting a hand on Dessaline's shoulder. "We will
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Chapter V
Fitz climbed the large beech tree that stood outside the fence in
rear of the main house, carefully watching the guard near the gate.
corner of the building. A light came on that illuminated the room for
Fitz climbed the trellis beside the chimney. Katie opened the
window for him, as he neared the top. He entered the room, and they
possible.
down on the floor. They leaned against the outside wall of the room.
"The British are extremely wary." She explained. "They have suspicions
Fitz looked at her as she spoke. How frail she seemed suddenly.
The pressures of the war were great on everyone, but it appeared they
were more so for Katie, who had to maintain her equilibrium in two very
He held her hand as she talked. "Young Edward will be here soon."
She said, patting her belly as she spoke. "He is kicking already." He
"My husband has received word from Admiral Simms that Skull is
responsible for the loss of the British ships that have disappeared off
the coast. They will be meeting with Skull again to attempt to strike
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They desperately wish to again have superiority over the waters
help. They will drive a hard bargain with him." She frowned. "There
is no honor among thieves." She said. "Whatever honor there has been
Skull."
He took Katie into his arms. "You must take better care of
yourself, my love." He said. "You are not looking well." "I am fine."
She insisted. "I have not been resting as well as usual." She
There was a light tap at the door. Katie shot a startled look at
Fitz. Then she motioned for him to get down behind the door. She
Dim light from the far end of the hall swept into the room,
She asked, upon realizing it was only one of her children. "I heard
voices, Mother." Horace stood in the doorway, trying to see past his
She held the door firmly. "It was only me, reading passages from
held it firmly. "I'm sorry to have bothered your sleep." She said,
pushing the always wayward lock of hair from his forehead. "Good night,
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She closed and locked the door and walked across the room. Fitz
was already on his way out the open window. She leaned out and hugged
his neck. "Goodbye, my love." She whispered in a weak and shaky voice,
struggling to hold back tears. He put a gentle hand to her cheek, and
gazed longingly into her eyes. Then he lowered himself down the trellis,
slipped into the shadows, and was gone. A dim light shone into the
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Nemacolin sat stiffly at the end of the heavy oak harvest table.
The sideboard beside the general held a silver tray and a cut
glass pitcher, filled with water and ice chips. Matching glasses were
arranged in a circle around the pitcher. Cut flowers decorated each end
of the side board, and fruits and cheeses were positioned in front of
the flowers.
The wide pine floor boards were polished with hardened wax, and
the baseboard and all woodwork was painted a fresh, crisp white. The
wall covering, cut from wormy chestnut imported to the colonies from the
Rows of large, twenty over twenty light windows along both sides
of the meeting hall allowed sprays of bright sunlight into the room,
starched. His jacket was dark blue with a biege under vest. Its brass
buttons were polished to a high lustre, and the epaulets were carefully
straightened to perfection.
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Nemacolin sat, his steady gaze riveted on the general. His once
coal black hair now showed flecks of gray. He wore it long, pulled back
and tied. His eyes reflected none of the generous light in the room,
Nemacolin and his braves wore the real uniform of their tribe:
faces scarred in battle, and tight skin marked from years of exposure to
fierce elements. Lines around their eyes showed intensity of spirit and
pride. They also wore painted deerskin jackets similar to the first one
Washington spoke:
was afraid that some enemy had turned your hearts against
me. But I am since informed that all your young men were
coming. This has made my mind easy and I hope you will
against us. But our brethren of the Six Nations and their
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the advice of his messengers sent among them, but kept fast
their corn and obliged them to sue for peace and to give
mind what I told you last February and what I tell you now.
from us.
He raised his hands to the sky, then held them out to Washington.
Nemacolin stood up, in his own way signalling the end of the ceremony.
Washington and his aides smiled. He thanked Nemacolin and his warriors.
Nemacolin walked to the other end of the table. The two leaders shook
hands. Nemacolin smiled, and he and his party excused themselves from
the room.
Nemacolin's men, arranging plans for them to join the battle. Major
Little spoke first. "If you will send your party of warriors to see
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Arriving the next morning at Chester town, Nemacolin and his
raiding party met with Major Brown at first light. "We need you to help
"Make camp here. We will continue to fight back the British, who
make advances nearly every day with small parties from the south. We
hope to be able to launch an attack and turn them back once and for all,
tribe's eastern hunting grounds when he was young. They hunted down to
the shore at Marcus Hook in years past, but now stayed away from that
area to avoid unecessary contact with the pirates, whose behavior was
always unpredictable.
"What they want is to capture and hold the shoreline, and to build
a fort there." Brown said. "If they could accomplish that, they would
have control of the waters of the Delaware even without the help of
Skull's pirates."
to hear that the pirates would help anyone, remembering his conversation
pirate stronghold there to meet again with Skull this very day."
one. Calls himself Captain Fitz. That's all I know about him, besides
the fact that he's a wanted highwayman who steals from the King. If
that isn't mysterious enough, he gives his loot back to the common
exploits all over the colony, but rarely does anyone see him......except
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"He is there to meet with Skull now?" Nemacolin asked. Brown
nodded. "Yep. That's what they tell me. They say he passed through
don't know what the poor devil is going to find down there this time."
"What do you mean?" Nemacolin asked. "Well, the way I hear it,"
Brown continued, "Is that Skull ain't even around here anymore. They say
he's gone south to some island. He's left a new bandit in charge.
Dessalines, they call him. From what I hear, this Dessalines wouldn't
Captain Fitz, God love him, he won't stand a chance in that den of
iniquity. These pirates will string him up for sure. If Skull honored
the deal last time, it must have been pure luck. Those thieves have no
Besides, he's got a price on his head. Dessalines will take him
"He has shown himself to be well able to take care of himself." Brown
shrugged, then countered. "I hope you're right, because he may be the
best hope we have. But I'm afraid it will be different this time.
If the British get what they're after, and can get control of
from Nemacolin. Nemacolin abruptly left camp with his warriors, heading
in a northerly direction.
forest trail leading to the pirate's compound at Marcus Hook. Over him
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stood two pirates who happened along the trail some time after he had
fallen.
from tree branches. It released several saplings that had been tied
His quick instincts allowed him to duck in timeto avoid the lethal
charges, but one sapling hit him, glancing off his shoulder and then
The two pirates found him there and hog-tied him, trussing him up
to a pole which they used to carry him back to the cove. "He's too
blamed heavy." One pirate complained in the steamy heat of the forest.
"Let's slit his throat and leave him here for the crows." He grumbled.
"No." The other argued. "Dessalines will want to see him first.
would have been stuck like a pig by those spikes. I think this bird
will be none the worse for wear, after he wakes up. He's got a skull
Fitz neatly tied up in the corner of the tavern, after the pirates
announced his capture, and dumped him there. Robert Tripp, a small,
wiry lowlife was the first among the pirates to recognize Fitz from the
stir and to regain consciousness. "I believe we've got a winner here,
with this one." He used the point of his sword to lift Fitz' face to
"That's the one they've been chasin' for years. I've heard about
this bandit. He's no less a thief than any of us. He's the highwayman
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that's been raiding the King's strongbox." Another pirate joined in.
"Why would a fool like you be foolish enough to venture into these
woods?" Dessalines asked Fitz, teasingly waving his broadsword back and
it appeared he would reach Dessalines, but then his bindings brought him
up short. He fell back to the floor and found himself unable to move.
Dessalines flew into a rage. "What?" He bellowed. "You, who sit tied
like a hog under my sword, you want to fight me?" He swore at Fitz,
waving the broadsword in a large arc to the left and right, each time,
stopping the razor sharp blade against the skin of Fitz' neck.
mirror from his pocket. He fingered its lid, studying Fitz' face as he
did so. He did not see the fear and panic that he usually saw. It took
the fun out of his game. Then he stopped, and just as suddenly brought
his rage under control. Fitz held his gaze steady on Dessalines and
said nothing.
"I ask you again." Dessalines spit the words this time. "Why
"He's been here before." A quiet voice said from the other side
of the room. All eyes turned toward the man who spoke, an old, bent
larceny for that one big payday that would send him to his own warm,
"He's been here to talk to Skull." The old man said. Dessalines
motioned the old pirate to come closer. The old man walked up to Fitz.
"He's the one that made the deal with Skull for the powder. He promised
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Skull all the powder he wanted, provided he stopped giving free passage
"How did such a man get here?" Dessalines asked. "Walked in."
The old pirate said. "Walked in. Walked right past all the traps then
took down Skull's best guards, and met him face to face with the barrels
of two pistols pointed at Skull's nose. Could have killed him, easy."
Dessalines with little emotion showing on his face. "Is that true?"
Dessalines asked. "It is true." Fitz said. "I again seek to bring
fraction of an inch. He swore at the air and brought the sword crashing
crazily down onto the table, beside Fitz' head. It passed a hair's
width from Fitz' neck. The table split in two with a splintering crash.
compound. I alone decide who lives and who shall die." The other
forced his fingernail against the lid. It strained, and made a popping
laughter.
remains will be worth much to the King if I keep them in one piece. The
King may not have the stomach for receiving you in pieces, severed by my
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one motion. "You shall be keel-hauled." He turned to his men, and
"We have not had a good keel-hauling in such a very long time."
Four men stepped forward and dragged the still-groggy Fitz out the
front door of the tavern. Outside, they threw him into a wagon and
hauled him down to the pier, where they lifted him aboard a skiff. They
amusement. The rhythm was steady, and always a part of pirate work
sessions. Their simple songs provided steady cadence for their work.
was decorated with trinkets and baubles of all colors and descriptions.
Each new color that Fitz saw seemed to clash even more than the last.
morbidly chained together with a heavy gold chain threaded through open
mouths.
airless, hold with six armed guards carefully standing watch over his
head.
allowed for Fitz between the decks was not even three feet high. He
slaves. Robert's family had preserved bits of their own passage in such
a hold in stories which were passed on to him when he was very young.
He had shared these stories with Fitz, whose own passage had not been
much better.
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He remembered Robert telling him that the holds were so cramped
and closed in that the slaves, who were chained together, could not even
sit up, but were, rather, doomed to endure the trip packed in, back to
these deadly holds. Fitz gulped at the realization that his fate might
be the same.
He stirred first, waking among the dozens of pirates and hussies, who
slept in drunken stupor, who had collapsed only minutes before, after a
Leaning against the railing, entwined with the pirates were the
whores from Chester, many of whom enjoyed the potential for bloodletting
giggling at the prospect of Fitz emerging from the water, gasping for
breath, then being dragged back down, until he could take it no more,
and would at last emerge lifeless, soundless, and his remains could be
He rubbed his hands with glee as his men made preparations. Only a
small number of his hands turned out aboard the vessel for the keel-
insisted on having enough on hand for a good round of applause when his
victims succumbed, he was greedy about his own ability to have a seat
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close enough to carefully observe the entire struggle from beginning to
end.
Four pirates lifted Fitz from the hold. He was still tied tightly
to the pole they had used to carry him. He was exhausted, hungry and
dehydrated, and his muscles cramped from having lain in the damp hold
overnight.
His muscles went into uncontrollable spasm, as the men cut him
loose from the pole. They lifted him, and tied his hands to the rope on
the winch off the forecastle. Then they dragged his almost lifeless
body to the port rail, and tossed him into the water.
clapping, and dancing around the forecastle with glee. He raised his
Then he leaned over the rail where Fitz had just gone over,
for a few seconds, nearly turning to rage and panic, when he thought
Fitz had gotten away somehow. Then he saw Fitz' body appear again at
last.
The sight of Fitz' tortured body made him begin to cheer again.
But his cheers were ended abruptly with a quick and violent thud as a
piercing his throat. It entered just below his gaping mouth, and exited
from.
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warhoops, they dispatched and scalped their victims with flashing cold
final groan of a victim, was the gentle rolling splash of waves on the
hull of the ship, and small, muted, slapping noises made by the oars of
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parchment document across the desk. The dim light in the room was
brightened only by the flickering lamp on the window sill. Cyrus picked
the parchment up and moved closer to the lamp and read it, slowly,
mouthing each word silently as he read. His right index finger traced
nail on his index finger was three quarters of an inch long, and it
black dirt, and his hands bore witness to the fact that he had not
washed in months.
When he raised his arms to hold the parchment up to the light, the cloud
enveloped Lipscomb.
exhaling loudly as he did. Then he took two or three deep breaths near
the door. Cyrus glanced his way and smiled, "How peculiar a man," he
Cyrus turned back to the light and leaned his head down to the
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his nose, then he sneezed. "Excuse me, sir." He said to Lipscomb.
"This perfume!" Lipscomb nodded, bowing toward Cyrus from his sanctuary
"I never would have expected that a letter from a notorious pirate
halfway across the room and began scratching his filthy, oily hair over
retreated quickly from the desk, and stood beside the Governor who
"It would appear that this pirate, uh, whatsisname?" Cyrus asked.
captured our bandit." Cyrus said, speaking the words with authoritative
finality.
overdue." The governor agreed. Cyrus started, unaware the governor had
entered the room. He bowed, steeply. The governor and Lipscomb each
Cyrus came erect, after bowing to the governor, and folded the
would be less than thrilled to know that he was deprived of the chance
directed. The governor signed the paperwork Lipscomb pushed toward him
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on the desk, then left the room in silence. He turned back quickly at
the door.
"This had better be the final chapter in the saga of this so-
toward the governor, bowing and reaching out to kiss his hand. The
Cyrus backed up, bumping into the door jamb in the process. His
oily skin reflected the light of the lamp behind the desk. His eyes
and gave him the strongbox containing the reward money. "You will need
for your excursion to the cove. I have already sent word to Monsieur
Cyrus took the strong box, and held it under his left arm. He
his back, puffed out his chest in an official manner, and saluted.
Cyrus smiled, rat-like, then pulled his greasy coonskin cap down
over his oily hair, and was gone, wrapping his bony fingers around the
breaths. He loosened his collar, then opened all the windows he could
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find. He called for the maids to come in and scrub the office, and his
desk.
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Admiral Simms stood on the deck of his brig, the HMS Wilbur. He
stood slightly behind, and to the left of the helmsman, who steered a
A second brig sailed in close behind the first. All hands on both
ships manned battle stations. Simms sounded the general quarters alarm
Cyrus stood in front of Simms. Simms and the helmsman played out
the cramped deck. Unfortunately for the helmsman, his ability to stray
toward cleaner air was severely limited by the fact that he had to keep
crews aboard the two warships, who kept their guns trained anxiously on
the pirate corsairs, and who searched the shoreline for pirates.
angle of fire should the order be given to attack. The Admiral ordered
his gig launched, and he put ashore with a small party of marines and
A dozen pirates met them at the pier. They secured the gig
alongside, and Simms and the others climbed the ladder tied to the
pilings.
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A tall pirate stepped to the front, and met them there. "I am
wondered aloud to the gunner's mate "I wonder where the others are?"
Captain Dagger silenced him with a look. Cyrus squirmed, and held
fast to the strongbox. "We are here on behalf of the King, to respond
highwayman named Captain Fitz. We are here to identify and collect the
Dagger leaned back on his sword. "He did capture your man."
Dagger said, laughing. He turned to his men. "He did have your Captain
Fitz. Isn't that right, boys?" He asked the other pirates behind him.
"Yes. It is so. He had Captain Fitz hog-tied, on the deck in this very
Cyrus stepped forward, pushing his way through the marines. "Well
asked, staring Cyrus down while maintaining a solid grip on the handle
other pirates laughed. Cyrus squirmed. "Do you want the thief, Captain
Fitz, or do you want the thief, Dessalines? Or maybe you want another
thief? Do you want Perley, here? Or how about Dragotis? Or maybe you
would like to try to take Captain Dagger?" The pirate teased, stepping
forward, with his hand on his sword. Cyrus backed away, hiding among
the marines.
his own hand on his sword. Dagger stopped. "Well now," Dagger said.
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He turned toward his men. "Bring me Dessalines!!" He ordered.
Suddenly, a lacky appeared at the side of the shed by the end of the
pier. He pushed a wheeled dolly up to the men at the side of the pier.
The British sailors and marines scattered at the sight and smell
of Dessalines, his flesh already putrid, and beginning to fall from his
"We saved him for you." Dagger said, laughing at the British
process.
The pirates laughed uproariously. Simms waved his arm toward his
Dagger laughed. He raised his arm toward the high ground behind
the village. A cannonade began from secreted positions among the trees.
quickly silencing their guns, and ripping their sails to shreds. Huge
endeavor, the cannonade sank first the bark, then the gigs out from
under them. The marines swam about, trying to stay afloat. Many lost
their weapons in the process. The last shot tore the winch loose, and
sent it crashing into the surf, landing on the men with a splash.
Dagger's men quickly disarmed Simms and his party, who tried to
fight back, but who were hopelessly outmanned, and kept them all huddled
at the foot of the pier at gun point. Cyrus sat in the middle of the
Within a few short minutes, the two British Men o'War were
rendered defenseless as the pirates rained cannon fire down on them from
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In only a matter of minutes, they could both have been sunk and
all aboard killed. With another wave of his arm, Dagger silenced the
pirate's fire.
overboard.
west shore, filling the cove with an acrid smaze that clouded the
harbor.
victims floundered about in the flotsam and jetsam now clogging the
waterway.
Suddenly a jingling noise was heard from the high point on shore.
Admiral Simms and his men looked up, saw nothing, then looked back, when
the tan, gravel road. The jingling noise grew still louder as the dot
grew larger.
Looming into view was a sight that made Cyrus shake so violently,
that the strongbox began to make a noise to compete with the jingling
bridle on Skull's horse as Skull stopped his jaunting car, and stepped
The horse calmed immediately, and Skull drove the car to the end
of the pier. There, he handed the reins to a lacky, who quickly removed
his men were boarding the disabled vessels offshore. They removed
weapons from the British and threw them into the sea with a splash.
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"Welcome gentleman." Skull boomed the words at the hostages. He
pushed them aside, and reached down, pulling the strongbox out from
under Cyrus. Cyrus resisted, trying to keep the box. Skull yanked it
free, lifting Cyrus five feet off the ground in the process.
He took the strong box in his left hand, and swatted Cyrus away
earth with a squealing thud. He lay there and watched in mute fear as
Skull removed his great cutlass and sliced the box open with one stroke.
A cheer rose up from the pirates, as Skull bent to the ground and
report that Captain Fitz was unable to be here this morning to see this
was here to greet them." The pirates burst into laughter, slapping each
here." He said, picking Cyrus up by the scruff of the neck with one
"You need a bath, you sewer rat, you." He said to Cyrus, who
dangled helplessly. With that, Skull tossed him into the sea off the
"Throw him a rope." He said. The lacky dragged the soaked Cyrus back
to shore.
from the chest. Then he turned to Simms. "You should tell your King
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that if he expects to capture Captain Fitz, dead or alive, he had better
leave the weasel at home. It will take more man than this to capture
Captain Fitz."
The pirates laughed. "And he better send more and better warships
the broken chest and the money to his car. He loaded it aboard, shook
the reins once, and the horse pulled him down the road in a cloud of
dust.
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Fitz, having spent some time with Nemacolin and his warriors,
recovered from his near-death encounter with Dessalines and the pirates,
bruised and battered, but otherwise none the worse for wear.
infantry there.
Dropping onto the driver's seat as it passed the steep side slope
to the left of the road leading into Fox Hollow, he easily overpowered
any fight. Fitz leveled his pistol in the face of the traveler.
Holding his hands high, the passenger handed over his purse.
Fitz looked into it. "Who are you, sir?" He asked. "My name is
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Fitz nodded. "Aye. There is a lot of timber, at that." He said.
"And I bear a gift for the Governor, which will be for his new child. I
beg your indulgence Sir." The traveler pleaded to Fitz. "If you would
not mind, sir. My gift for the about-to-be-born child is in that purse.
debt if you would just let me retrieve that little token from the purse.
Then you may dispose of the rest of the contents in whatever way you
wish."
Fitz looked at the passenger in the dim light of the moon. His
hair was almost completely gray. His eyes were dark, with deep circles
under them, and his complexion sallow. He was thin, perhaps in frail
Fitz handed the purse to him. The man reached inside with his
right hand. Fitz kept his attention focused on the hand. It groped
inside the bag for an instant, then the man removed it, along with a
small box.
Fitz breathed out with relief, for an instant thinking the man was
going to pull out a gun. The passenger smiled again. "Thank you." He
said, weakly.
Fitz disappeared, stepping into the deep brush by the road. The
passenger sat still for a few moments, before he departed the coach, and
If this traveler was bringing gifts for the new baby, Fitz
pace.
For the first time, Fitz had decided to keep some of the money he
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attracting possibly deadly attention to himself, but he felt he could
He removed the rock top from the chamber, and secreted the gold
and silver, along with some cash. Then he left the cave, hiking across
"Fitz." She said, hugging him warmly when she saw him. "I am
glad to see you." He hugged her as well. "I am very happy to see that
you have been successful in dodging death again." She looked at him,
He smiled, and she saw the impish glow that she loved come to life
in his dark eyes. "I hope you shall always be so fortunate, in spite of
this dangerous life-style you choose." "Thank you." He said. "I hope
the same."
Have you heard about Cyrus?" She asked, after shepherding him
into the shed behind the Inn, where they might be able to talk away from
prying eyes.
"No." Fitz said. Regina laughed. "It seems that the King
received a message from the pirate Dessalines that he had captured you."
Fitz shook his head, agreeing. "Aye. That he had. I was as good as
"Before he found out that you had been rescued, the King called
Cyrus to identify and claim your remains, and to pay the ransom. He
sent Cyrus to Marcus Hook with Admiral Simms on two British warships."
Marcus Hook anyway. Dessalines had stepped beyond his limits, and Skull
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Skull received the message from the King, waited to see the
British ships off shore and then ambushed them." She explained.
"As only Skull could." Fitz agreed. "Skull rendered both vessels
incapacitated within minutes, and kept Cyrus and the King's men hostage.
Then he took the strongbox from Cyrus and stole the reward for himself
"At least that is the word I have heard here at the Tavern." Fitz
comprehension.
"Skull let them all go....at least all of them what survived the
battle in the harbor. As I hear it, he sent the King a message, telling
him to keep his ships out of Marcus Hook." Fitz took her words in
without comment.
"I also have heard that the Governor's wife will be giving birth
studied his face for a long time. For the first time, she realized that
the baby was his. She resisted the impulse to suck in her breath in
surprise. "I have been asked to go there, to help with the delivery."
feelings to herself.
She, along with four others, had been called to the mansion at Turk's
Head.
watching Fitz's face for a reaction. She smiled, reaching out to him,
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"Perhaps you should go to see her." She said, finally, swallowing
back the bitter taste of the words as she spoke them. As much as she
wished she could be the subject of his dreams, Regina knew how important
this event would be for him, how much this could ease the sting of the
he studied her face carefully. He did not know why, but for some
Katie.
What Regina was not telling him, at least with words, was that she
also knew Katie was having a most difficult time with this pregnancy.
She knew, from experience, that there was a good chance that Katie would
not survive.
Now, in spite of the danger she knew would be waiting for him
there, she found herself encouraging him to go. It was the realization
"Now, you must go." She said, taking notice of the increasing
daylight. "They are sending a coach around for me at noon. Come to the
mansion tonight. Hide in the barn. At ten o'clock, I will signal you
from a window upstairs." He nodded, and started for the door. She
stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Fitz." She said. He turned
toward her. "Please be very careful." She said. He smiled, and left.
building stone for much of Chester County, and it was first quarried in
a clear view of the valley below and the road west toward Turk's Head.
It was the best place in his wilderness to watch the sunsets. He and
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Fitz leaned back against a tree and contemplated his life as the
Although there was much sadness in his life, Fitz always wanted
nonetheless, thankful for any chance to be with Katie again, for however
They had been talking of a day when the children were older, when
Katie might take leave of her place as the wife of Miles Braddock, and
for Katie and for the baby to be safe. He prayed for the safety of
Jonas and the others, who fought such a difficult battle against the
crown.
The sun slipped silently into the black abyss below the horizon.
The air became suddenly cold, and damp, and the wind picked up, turning
the leaves upside down on the trees. He stood up and strode into the
woods.
The light went out, then blinked back on. He stole into the shrubbery
border of the lawn and ran among the plants to the back of the main
house.
opening the sash for him. Silently, he crawled into the room, and
opened the door a crack. "Follow me." She said, leading him into the
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hallway by the hand. "But what about the other midwives?" He asked, in
a whisper.
said. "We midwives can be trusted not to speak. Sealed lips are often
Regina led him by the hand to the birthing room. He looked back
toward the end of the hall. Gathered there, were family members and
other houseservants. Regina quickly turned the corner in the hall, and
Three midwives were tending to Katie, who lay upon a table, in the
sweat, and she moaned quietly, gritting her teeth and mumbling
incoherently.
quietly took up a position by the door where she could watch for anyone
Fitz crossed the room to Katie, and took her hand in his. Regina
watched them for a long second, then went to tend the fire in the
fireplace.
The room was hot, and steamy, it seemed to Fitz. Katie looked up,
you." She exclaimed. "I'm happy that you are here." She said, in a
Regina watched them from across the room. She wiped a tear from
caressing her cheek tenderly. A midwife wiped Katie's brow with a damp
cloth. Katie stiffened, and groaned. Her eyes drifted toward the
ceiling, and focused there, fixed upon something no one else in the room
could see. She pointed feebly toward the ceiling, as if explaining what
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A smile came to her lips. Her tortured body relaxed suddenly, and
tending Katie announced, holding the baby up for all to see. There was
Katie's gaze continued fixed upon the ceiling. Her cloudy eyes
Katie smiled again. Her eyes closed, and her body slumped. Fitz
crossed the room, her cheeks wet with her own tears. She leaned down to
and young Edward one last time. His cheeks glistened. "You must go."
He hugged Katie, leaning over her one more time, turned, crossed
the room and exited the window which Regina held open for him. Slipping
quickly as he was able. Heather, the collie came around the building
barking furiously. She stopped, the minute she realized it was Fitz.
He hugged the dog, and pulled her close to the wall, where they would
not be seen.
She licked his face as he stood still, watching the guard who
walked toward him from the gate. The guard stopped, looked into the
Fitz hugged the animal. Then he stood up. She jumped up,
stretching her front paws up to his midsection. He leaned his face down
toward her, gulping back the urge to cry. Heather licked the tears from
his cheeks. He hurried back to the wall, climbed it, and strode off
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CHAPTER VI
superiority was, for the first time, being challenged by the upstart
Fitz walked quickly along the old Indian trail. He had been
year after the death of Katie. The war was winding down and Washington
and his troops were chasing the British through the south, toward an
The sun was high in the sky at that point. Birds chirped happily in the
thick forest that surrounded the state road as far as the eye could see,
in all directions.
Fitz heard a whistle, and turned toward the sound. Jonas Webster
waved from his hiding place among the oak trees. Fitz walked toward
He took his long rifle from his shoulder, and sat down in the
brush beside Jonas. They shook hands for the first time. "How are you,
Fitz?" Jonas asked, patting Fitz on the shoulder. "Good, Jonas. And
parchment from his pocket. "We have another mission for you." Fitz sat
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"Pierre Elfreth. Have you heard of him?" Jonas asked. Fitz
mill not far from here, where they have been manufacturing powder. They
Fitz looked at Jonas. "I have heard the name. I remember now.
About a year ago, I robbed this Pierre Elfreth. He was on his way to a
"That was true at that time. He told you the truth, he just did
not tell you all of it." Jonas said, showing Fitz the parchment he had
opened up. "This is a map showing their present holdings. As you can
company in New Castle, and now they want to open a timbering operation
here in the northern wilderness. They will use that timber to feed
their production facility for barrels and shipping boxes that they want
Fitz nodded, as Jonas pointed to the map with his finger. "We
feel that we may be able to reach this man, Pierre Elfreth. We feel he
sympathetic to our cause. He has been dealing with the British for many
years, but is apparently not happy with the outcome of these deals."
considering I have robbed the man?" Fitz asked, dryly. Jonas folded
the map, and looked at Fitz. "We need you because Elfreth has moved
himself into Marcus Hook." Fitz gave him a surprised look. "Marcus
Hook?"
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"Yes, Marcus Hook." Jonas answered. "We are not sure why. There
is definitely some connection with Skull, but we do not know what that
connection is." Jonas frowned. "We need a deal with Elfreth, and we
probably have no other way of reaching him. Marcus Hook has been closed
welcome.
Jonas. "How much of a deal might I be able to strike with a man I have
robbed?" He asked.
Fitz, could work out a good deal, with the devil, I am sure. Your deal
with Skull has been a good and honorable one, and he has robbed many a
your name is cleared. You will live out your days as the free man you
deserve to be."
Fitz looked at Jonas. Their eyes met for an instant. Fitz' eyes
focused intently on the face of this man he had helped against all the
odds. Jonas thought he saw a hint of a smile. Fitz turned on his heel,
The next morning Fitz prepared for his walk to Marcus Hook. He
carried little with him. His painted buckskin jacket was good
protection from the cold, yet was light enough if it became warm, as it
He carried his long rifle over his shoulder with a leather sling,
and he kept a pouch with powder, and lead balls for his pistols and
rifle.
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In that same pouch, he carried a few pieces of jerky and some
stepped lightly around a narrow path leading between two huge rock
wooden crib held back enough large rocks to crush anyone trying to climb
the steps.
Fitz went around the obstacle, at one point climbing a tree, then
swinging from tree limb to tree limb over the pirate booby traps.
natural advantage he had over the pirates, (he slept at night and didn't
drink two or three bottles of rum while whoring until daylight, while
they did), he slipped past dozing, snoring pirate guards, and climbed
He dropped out of the trees a few yards east of the main house,
where he saw a lamp still burning in the window, even though the sun had
at his head, and Skull standing, arms crossed, behind his men who
horizon followed by his booming laughter. "This time, Captain Fitz, you
were not quite so clever." He laughed again. "This time, Captain Fitz,
it is my weapon that is thrust upon your face. How do you like it? How
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Fitz said nothing, but stared coldly at the huge pirate. Skull
raised his arm. Four weapons cocked in unison with a loud snapping
sound.
His mind wandered, focusing on the wonderful vision his brain had
imprinted, and kept, for just such occasions. He thought of the tiny
baby, Edward, being held up to the world for his first welcome, and
be it. This was the image he was determined to carry with him to the
next world.
Skull broke into hysterical laughter, waving the rifles away with
his hand. He walked across the room. "I like you, Captain Fitz. I
really like you. You are a man who can make the worst situation seem
Skull sent his men from the room with a wave of his beefy arm. He
bent to the floor and picked up Fitz's pistols and knife, and handed
to debate whether to use them or put them away. Skull watched him
Skull burst into laughter again. "Let no man say that there is no
honor among thieves." He said, taking a rum bottle from the table. "I
say we are both thieves, and both of us are honorable men. We have
Skull offered a toast, tipping back the rum bottle. "To honor,
among thieves." He said, sipping the rum. He held the bottle out to
Fitz. Without changing his expression, Fitz held his hand out to Skull
instead.
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"I mean no offense, but I never touch the stuff." He said. Skull
looked down at him. His huge, bushy eyebrows raised, stiffly. Fitz
"I offer a toast, and this Indian spurns it, and offers his hand,
instead." Skull said to himself. "I love it. I love it." He sat
down, and slapped both knees. "Yes. I will shake your hand." He said,
shaking Fitz' hand vigorously. Fitz tried to stand firm, but he could
feel himself being lifted nearly off the floor as Skull shook his hand
up and down.
of strength. Fitz, who was much larger and stronger than average could
only shake his head with amazement at the strength of Skull. His
can this old pirate do for you?" Fitz sat down beside him. "I bring a
him here."
see Elfreth. "He is here. That is quite true." Skull said, after a
moment of contemplation.
He placed his huge arm on the table between them. Silver and gold
chains around his mammoth neck made a jingling noise. He leaned forward
on the table. His furrowed brow was beginning to show whisps of grey.
His shaven head was wrinkled with great folds of heavy skin, that
were even more apparent when he was pondering an idea, and fingering the
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"Why do you wish to see Elfreth?" Skull finally asked. Fitz
We wish him to supply powder only to the Colonials." Fitz said, offering
relationship with Pierre Elfreth, even though it had not been asked.
spoke.
Fitz said nothing, but continued to study Skull's face. "My ranch
in the islands......" Skull explained. "I have been trading with the
important to this old pirate, who hopes some day not to have to be a
pirate."
Elfreth here in the first place. It was me who brought him here where
he has helped many colonists to produce the very powder which you now
Skull drew silent, studying Fitz' face. "You shall have your
meeting with Pierre Elfreth." He said, after a long silence. "I will
send for him right now." His face brightened as he looked at Fitz,
truly happy to see him again. "Are you hungry? We could have some food
while we wait." Skull said, as he waved his arm toward the maid by the
door.
The door opened, and a lacky entered. Skull sent him off with
heard.
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The small jousting car stopped, and from the rear stepped Pierre
Elfreth. He was about six feet tall, thin, with grey hair. His
complexion was still sallow, but he looked better than the last time
much in the way of details. Skull pounded his great fist on the table.
"Wait a minute." He protested. "I would like to know where you two
have met!"
went on to say, after a long pause. Fitz smiled. "That is true." Fitz
Skull pounded the table with his fist again. "I demand to know how you
two have met! A gentleman does not share his coach with a highwayman!"
Skull's face brightened suddenly with a smile. His eyes lit up.
table again. "He robbed you! That's it!" He laughed. "He robbed
you!"
Captain Fitz did not know at the time, was that it was not my money. It
was money that the King had advanced my company for my visit here. That
Skull laughed harder, pounding the table with his fist. "The
King, and his governor, have stolen plenty from us all, even us
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"Speaking of the King." Skull said to Fitz, putting his hand on
with you."
"The Colonial side would like very much to do more business with you,
Mister Elfreth. They know that you are selling powder both to the
they could purchase all the powder you can make in the Delaware colony."
words. Since it was now becoming apparent that the Colonials were about
to win the war, it would seem that his negotiations with Miles Braddock
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when he arrived there from his visit to Marcus Hook. His message had
His deep sadness over the loss of Katie had been almost
overwhelming to him. She was the one glimmer of hope he had for
condition, and able to do more than most men half his age.
Dessalines to take him prisoner. It could have cost him his life when
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He began to wonder, at times, if Regina was right about him not
unoticed. When he did become aware that someone was there, he dove
figure.
friend. "I have just returned from the Inn at Turk's Head." He
softly. "She told me about Katie, and about the baby, young Edward."
"Why have you not called upon your brother?" Nemacolin asked,
scolding him for not telling him. Fitz shrugged his shoulders. "I live
said, sitting down at the fire across from Fitz. He fed some logs to
the flames. Red coals floated toward the roof, as he talked, bathing
"We are born alone, and we will die alone. That is true no matter
who, of family, may be with us, nor how many. There is only one way to
die, and that is alone." He looked at Fitz. "But it must help to know
that our loved ones can be there with us, in spirit, if not in body,
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Fitz' face brightened for a second. Nemacolin continued. "Death
fact that you were there, at her side." Fitz smiled. "Yes, I'm sure
will get some rest, and some of Nemacolin's fine cooking. Tomorrow, we
will begin the hunt." Fitz smiled, then his face turned serious again.
"Are you able to stay for a while?" He asked, almost childishly. "I am
shoulder.
"This war is nearly over. The fighting here has almost stopped.
Nemacolin patted Fitz' shoulder. "I have been worried about you,
span is not as long as it once was. You do not protect yourself as well
as before."
Nemacolin waved toward the cave entrance with his arm. "Tonight,
throat the minute I reached the top of the ladder. Tonight, I was here,
and could have been holding my knife against your ribs before you knew I
"At Marcus Hook, Dessalines took you prisoner. Once, you would
have danced upon his booby traps, and laughed in their faces."
his head. "It's more than youth, my brother. Nemacolin is not so young
tomorrow will hone the old skills, make them sharp again."
Fitz leaned his back against the wall. Nemacolin put the venison
steaks he brought into the fire. He handed Fitz some berries that he
collected earlier.
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"It is very lonely here." Fitz said, finally forcing himself to
spit the words out. Nemacolin met his eyes with a direct gaze. "That
You are a white man. Most white men are free. But your white brethren
more freedom than most men because our spirits are free. No one can
fire.
in, and accepted the prison sentence. At least there I could have some
people to talk with, people I could see every day." Fitz said.
Nemacolin turned toward Fitz. "You would not live to see the
King's bounty hunters would see you dead, first. They will never take a
from the flames. "They would roast you, as we roast this meat tonight."
Fitz stared blankly into the fire. "You must remain here, my
After they ate, they sat in silence, watching the rising embers
for several hours. Even in silence, for Fitz, it was like the re-
He awoke with the dawn, renewed, and eager for the hunt.
Nemacolin shot the first deer with an arrow. Fitz brought down a turkey
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Nemacolin set up a target in the hollow the way he had when they
first met. They took turns shooting the long rifle and the pistols.
They returned to the cave tired, carrying meat and skins from the
animals they had killed, extolling the magnificence and beauty of the
They smoked some of the meat, and put the rest in the cool, dark
The next day they walked to the pond at Westown. They swam near
the headwaters of the river, and fished the banks, filling the basket
unusually beautiful sunset. The mackerel clouds reflected the deep red
of the sun against the grey-blue sky. It was there that Fitz cried, for
the first time in his adult life, relating to Nemacolin the story of
Katie and young Edward. Nemacolin offered comfort. "I have come to sit
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Fitz removed the rock top from the hidden chamber inside his cave
While Jonas Webster was away during the war, his wife took over
financial troubles in the area. Many families were starving while their
He met her in the field behind her barn late one summer evening.
She had seen his signal from the dense brush bordering the sloping wheat
field, and walked toward him. Her two dogs stayed by her side.
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Fitz said little, as he dropped the bag into the field. "Any word
miles from the Chesapeake Bay. He feels that General Washington will
soon trap the last of the British Regulars, and this damnable war will
"How are things with you and the children?" He asked. "Good."
She said, quietly. She was not prone to complaining, but she, along
with thousands of other wives, was extremely tired of war. She would be
delighted beyond words to have her husband return home safely, and she
looked forward to the day when they might be able to move back to their
home, and could regain the land they lost in the British occupation to
She thanked Fitz. "You have been a great help to many people."
She said to him. She looked down to pick up the bag. By the time she
toward the trail back to Turk's Head, two figures silently appeared,
One waved his arm, signalling across the meadow. Two more figures
skin cap waved in the breeze. Fitz walked faster, hiking the long rifle
Suddenly, four men burst into a small clearing, two ahead of him,
and two behind. All four pointed weapons directly at Fitz' chest.
Fitz, he ordered his men to take his weapons in a high, squeaky, shaking
voice.
They tied Fitz hands, chaining his feet together, and began the
long march back to Turk's Head. They arrived just before dawn, having
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over boulders, and through dense forest. Cyrus called the sheriff out
from the courthouse, and standing on the stone steps in front of it,
with arms crossed triumphantly across his chest, had him place Fitz in
Once Fitz was securely locked up, Cyrus began to dance with glee,
back, celebrating his glorious triumph, as the sun came up. Cyrus
immediately sent word to Earl Calder and the Governor, that, at long
going to have a hanging!" He sang out to any one who would listen.
His men joined him in the dance. Soon, school children from the
valley were dancing with them. Curious villagers, roused from their
Regina, who was on her way to the Inn, stopped in her tracks,
stunned by the sight she beheld. She blinked once, then twice. She
gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "Ehhhhh?" Cyrus said,
asked, teasingly.
Regina turned quickly and disappeared into the path from whence
she came. Cyrus followed her for a few seconds, but quickly gave up on
her. He was having too much fun gloating in Fitz' face, and leading the
Regina made her way to the Inn by a different path, taking the
long way around, this time avoiding the village green totally. She went
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to work immediately, getting the day's bread into the ovens as quickly
as she could.
Then, she excused herself, first getting another maid to cover for
her, then she boarded the morning coach for Chester town.
walking down the side of the slip, approaching a group of men there.
She spoke to the first boatman she met. "Please, Sir." She asked. "I
am searching for a man they call 'Black Will.' Have you heard of him?"
asked, reaching out with his arm. He pulled her to him, and fondled her
breasts, roughly. The other men laughed, and gathered around them.
She pushed him away, slapping his face. "Leave me alone, you
drunken slob!" She swore at him. Other boatmen in the slip laughed,
and swore at her, making lewd gestures and catcalls in her direction.
herself together for one last burst of strength, pushing the learing
drunk out of her face a second time. She wrapped her fingers around the
She backed away slowly from the band of drunks, who gathered
She sniffed back the urge to cry, turned, and started to walk
toward Front Street, away from the pier, realizing they had lost
A young man ran to her side as she walked. He had been at the far
end of the slip, and was able to hear the earlier exchange. She looked
at him.
Still, something about his fierce independent spirit made her think he
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"I know of the man you asked about." The boy said, as he walked
looked at him. He was about as tall as she. His dark hair was thick
and curly, and his brown eyes were deep-set, giving his face a wizened
look well beyond his years. His ruddy complexion reflected long,
difficult days in the hot sun, poling his small skiff near the shore,
Hog Island, hire mine. I'm a good boatman. I will be most careful to
deliver you safely. And I know Black Will. He is much less likely to
pier."
The boy reached out and shook Regina's hand, hopefully. "Are you
sure you can get me to this Black Will?" She asked, studying his young
face carefully.
"I can get you there." He said, confidently. "All right," She
responded. "How much will you charge?" He took her by the hand and led
her gleefully down the dock beside the slip. "Oh, I will be very fair,
Regina kept her eyes straight ahead as they walked near the other
boatmen who had jeered her minutes before. The one who had molested
her, stepped around the corner as they passed. "That boy will sink
you!" He said, teasingly. "He don't know nothin' about sailin' a boat
"Don't you worry about a thing, mum." Daniel said, climbing down
the ladder to untie his skiff while Regina waited on the dock above.
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Then he held the boat steady, closing his eyes while Regina hoisted her
The boat was white, with red trim. It sparkled in the rising
sunlight. The water washed against the piers with a softly musical
The men on the dock above whistled, and screamed foul insults in
their direction. Daniel paddled the boat about carefully, and guided it
down the side of the slip, past the wooden pilings standing at mute
Soon they were away from the pier and floating gently on the
the horizon, dark and green with brilliant blotches of primary colors,
How remote it seemed to Regina, once they were a few hundred yards
At times like this, when every turn in the road seemed cause for
why she stayed in so distant an outpost. Still, she was a Farrally, and
Northern Ireland, then later took off to the New World, in search of
fortune.
The New frontier offered great rewards to those lucky enough and
tough enough to endure. For some reason, the Farrallys, along with many
roughest frontier.
They cut the forests, cleared the land, traded with the Indians,
opened the trading posts, operated the taverns, dug the canals, and
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They fought and clawed their way to success in the wilderness, or
Regina took a deep breath, and buried her growing feelings of self-pity,
he rowed steadily. "Oh?" Regina asked. "Yes. And I will be the man
what runs it." Daniel said, proudly, puffing his chest with the words.
his confident air, his capable boat handling, and the spark of defiant
energy that almost jumped from his eye, she began to think that this
"Why would you be the one to operate the ferry, and not the
others?" She asked, challenging him. Young Daniel puffed his chest, as
Regina smiled. She had spent her life catering to the kind of man
the boy was describing. She knew the wisdom of his words. Would, she
thought, that she had one tenth of all the money she had seen squandered
in her very presence, on drink, and women with few morals. She nodded.
a settlement springing up just across the river from Chester town, and
they are already bringing materials up the river from Delaware Colony.
One day, soon, they will have need for a way across this river, to
service, mum. I have heard rumors that after the war is over, they may
be opening another powder plant down the river a piece. The man who
not long ago. He was in Chester town, and he stood on that pier, right
where you were standing just a few minutes ago. I could tell by the way
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he was pointing toward the New Jersey side, just what he was thinking.
He was thinking that was where he wanted to build his plant. Yessir.
I'm going to be the one what runs the ferry for him."
"I'm sure you will be." Regina said, half seriously. She looked
at her young boatman, half the size of his competition. Where did he
get such spunk? She wondered. How much the boy reminded her of young
Edward FitzSimon, when she first met him, in terms of spunk and grit.
"What do you know of Black Will?" She asked. "Well, mum. He was
a born slave. So, as you might imagine, he doesn't take kindly to many
continued. "He tried to take Black Will once. He and three of his men.
See, Will is a freedman. He bought his freedom from his master, legal-
like.
Well, Cyrus, the little runt, he runs with the Gap Gang, and they
would sell anybody for a price. It don't matter to them if the people
they chase are free or not free. If they can make a reward, they will
do it, if they can't, well, there's plenty of people that will buy them
back as slaves, and send them off into the wilderness to work for the
"What happened when they tried to take Black Will?" She asked.
The boat began to rock softly from the current, and the swirling eddies
from the treacherous rocks near the southern end of the island.
how Black Will lost his leg." Young Daniel explained, in between
strokes with the oars. "At least that's what they say. Poor Will
was......."
whistled through the air overhead. "Halt as you go, there!" A deep,
melodious voice rang out from the wooded shadows above the banks of the
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island. The words were followed by the squealing of pigs, and the
bleating of lambs. Barking dogs danced among them, edging toward the
shore.
black face peered down upon the boat. A long rifle lifted suddenly,
"Who is the woman?" Black Will called out. The dogs ran through
the shallows and surrounded the boat, barking and dancing around it,
Daniel turned to his passenger, and gestured with his hand. She
spoke. "I am Regina Farrally. I come to you from Turk's Head. I hope
"Help?" Black Will said, fairly spitting the words. "Why should
"I need help in dealing with a man I believe you know. A man they
call Cyrus."
Will stepped out of the bushes, and limped into the water. He
waded to the boat, still training the rifle on them. He ordered the
dogs to back off. They did, but continued to circle the two warily.
"What about Cyrus?" He asked, putting his rifle butt inside the
boat, pulling it close to the shore. Daniel held the boat steady, while
Will tied the line to a tree. Daniel helped Regina to step onto the
landing. All but the most curious of the pigs and lambs watching them
Skull." Regina explained, speaking quickly. "I am told that you may be
laughed. He looked off toward the horizon. His face became serious.
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"Tis likely true!" He said. "Tis likely true. I am the only one who
man, and is holding him prisoner on the green at Turk's Head. I must
ask Skull's help. I fear that no one else can save him."
Will laughed, turning his head toward the heavens as he did. "You
want to ask Skull for help? Don't you know the man is a murderous
Will. "Perhaps you have heard of him?" Will smiled, pushing the brim
"I have heard of him. Skull himself told me of this man who walks
into Marcus Hook, uninvited, and lives to tell about it." He raised his
finger to make a point. "No one walks into Marcus Hook and lives to
Daniel sat, taking every word in. "Cyrus, eh?" Black Will said,
sitting down on a log after a while. He tapped his wooden leg with the
continued. "When I was a lad about the age of this youngster, I was a
treated me fairly, in the end. At least as fairly as any man could, who
saved everything I could get my hands on, and, eventually, met the price
everything he gets his hands on. He is about to become the first man to
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Regina nodded. "He told me on the way over." "I learned from
Black Will that If I save my money, I can do whatever I want to, if I'm
"Cyrus." Black Will said, spitting the words with venom, "Cyrus,
he came along, a few years after I had bought my freedom, fair and
square." He sighed, deeply. "After Molly and I came out here to this
take care of the white man's pigs. Molly is my wife." Will said,
faces.
He waved his hand toward the small, thatched hut at the top of the
vegetation that kept it totally hidden from view, except from a vantage
point on the shore of the island. A white woman, with red hair peered
around the hut, then disappeared when she saw Regina and Daniel looking
her way.
white as you. That is another good reason why I stay out here away from
prying eyes.
The breeze lifted a strong waft of pig odor down upon them from
the back side of the island. Regina tried not to show that she noticed,
least anyone without a strong need for being left alone, away. We get
fresh water. We can save what we need in the cisterns when there is
the topic at hand. "Cyrus," Will continued, followed me out here one
night, with three of his men. They meant to sell me south. I did not
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know they were following me until they jumped me. Right here, on this
now." "What happened?" Daniel asked. "Molly shot one of them. Killed
him deader than a mackerel. She shot at the others, too. One of them
shot me in the leg as they were rowing out of here. It was a bad wound.
It turned gangrenous, and she had to bring a doctor out from Chester
town to amputate."
didn't the sheriff, or anybody try to help you?" Daniel asked. Black
Will shook his head. He was a very large man, a man made legendary by
"But that doesn't mean that Black Will won't help someone else.
If it means burying that vermin, Cyrus, Black Will can be very generous
and giving."
"Can you get a message to Skull?" Black Will took a pencil from his
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Fitz stiffened against the stocks. The wooden clamps on his neck
and wrists held him fast, allowing him no motion whatever. He leaned on
the bench behind him and strained his muscles, continually trying to
Cyrus had held him in the stocks for more than twenty four hours,
and had convinced the magistrate that Fitz should endure periodic
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break the law, and to be able to report to the King that some
Fitz' back was raw and sore from the floggings. He was given
eat.
dropped off markedly when Cyrus and his men gave it up, and went off in
search of wine and whores to while away the time before a company of
intended arrival before sundown. They did not have the advantage of
unmolested free passage through the territory as they had during the
procession across the green. He was followed by two of his men, the
the green were several dozen British soldiers holding positions that
These were the best roads, and would be the most logical directions from
Cyrus bent down, grinning into Fitz' face. He could not control
himself and giggled as the Sheriff unlocked the stockade. On the porch
of the Turk's Head Inn, Regina stood with a party of her neighbors and
acquaintances from the village. They walked down the stairs, and stood
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On the steps of the courthouse, stood the wife of Jonas Webster
and six or eight other women, all dressed as maids, taking a chance on
bushes behind the British soldiers guarding the Turk's Head Highway.
From the dense underbrush on both sides of the road, pirates launched a
By the time the officers in charge of the affair realized what was
pirates by the British. But the surprise element of the pirate attack
was total, and the confused British soldiers killed as many of their own
superior forces of the pirates quickly silenced the crew, then turned
After most of the British had been routed, and those left alive
sent running off into the wilderness, the loud jingling of a harness
announced the arrival of Skull, who drove his jousting car across the
green.
Cyrus, who made it to within feet of the potential safety of the woods.
Cyrus turned to fire his pistol at Skull. Skull bellowed with laughter,
and reached down, lifting Cyrus off his feet with one huge arm, never
leaving his car. Cyrus squirmed, and squealed, kicking both feet
Skull turned his car back, and drove it onto the grass beside
Fitz. He opened the stocks with his free hand, while holding Cyrus
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The British Colonel who almost had Fitz within his grasp, ran
after his men, toward the woods, south of the village. As he ran, he
He fell like a log, his feet twisted by the parasol Regina used to
curses, and to aim the pistol at her. She swung the parasol with both
hands, landing it upon his head with a hard thud. His eyes went vacant,
"I can never thank you enough." Fitz muttered to Skull, barely
able to stand, as the pirate released him. "You got here just in time."
looting any who happened to fall, or not run fast enough. Skull stood
beside Fitz, and threw Cyrus to two of his pirates, who quickly tied him
up and mounted him across the side of the jousting car, tying him there
hand and foot. He squealed like an excited pig. "Gag him!" Skull
commanded. "I'll not listen to that all the way back to Marcus Hook."
Cyrus. He smiled, and stood, twirling the ends of his mustaches for a
moment. His eyes gleamed, under his bushy eyebrows. "I have just the
place for Cyrus." Skull said, patting the top of Cyrus' head. Then he
slave. We will clean him up, and put him in charge of the pigs." Cyrus
hoisted his huge leg aboard the car, settling into the rear seat. The
vehicle strained and groaned under his huge bulk. He raised his hand in
salute to Fitz, bowed to Regina and the other ladies, and bellowed a
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command to his pirates, who stopped pillaging, gathered up what loot
they could carry and disappeared into the woods behind Skull, who
stopped at the far edge of the clearing, turned back toward Fitz and
Fitz waved back, then put a hand on Regina's and looked her in the
eye. "Thank you." He said, quietly. She smiled and nodded, then grew
serious. "You must go, quickly." She said. The British will be back,
disappeared into the forest, dragging his tired and tortured body along
the edge of the clearing until he found the old Indian trail leading off
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It was several months later. Fitz had healed his wounds from his
captivity in the stocks. The whip marks on his back had healed, and he
rested his sore muscles. He tried not to dwell on the realization that
It was late September, and they were in the middle of Indian summer,
with hot, humid days. The nights were not much cooler. This particular
A breeze scattered the edges of the hazy cloud, near the horizon.
In the areas cleared by the breeze, the sun shone a vivid red, sending
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He contemplated his good fortune. How lucky he was that Regina
was willing to risk her life to save his. How lucky, for him, that she
had been able to get word to Skull. How lucky for him, that she had
remembered hearing him mention, only once, that Black Will was the only
courier that Skull trusted enough to allow him near the compound. He
With the first light, Fitz set off toward Turk's Head village, as
he had so many times before. It was now October of 1781, and the war
Outside the new tavern building across the common from the Turk's
Head Inn, he noticed four horses being tended by a stable hand. It was
very early in the morning for anyone to be arriving, and the commotion
He watched from his safe haven in the brush for a while, intrigued
by what he saw. Soon four British officers left the tavern and walked
to the livery stable, where they took up a conversation with the stable
hand.
He continued on his way until he met Regina, who was almost to the
Inn. He signaled her, and they met in their usual spot, in the pine
grove below the Inn. "I do want to thank you, Regina, for all you've
done for me." He said, again. "You have saved my worthless neck more
times than I deserve." She hugged him. "Not so." She said, her face
turning red, then serious. "You deserve it. You've done a lot of good
things for many people who don't even know if you really exist."
with you, but thank you." He said. "I saw four British officers at the
new tavern. They just arrived. It looked as though they had ridden all
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"That's odd." She said. "The word we get is that the war is almost
over, and that any British who are still able, are heading for the pier
while they can. I wonder why these four would be riding so deep into
Colonial territory?"
He shook his head. "I don't know, but I don't like the looks of
it." He said, looking toward the sky. The sun was rising, allowing
ribbons of new dawn light to creep into the forest. "I must go." He
said, taking her hand. "I wanted to see you to thank you again. Thank
the Lord you were able to find Black Will and get him to talk to Skull."
"And thank the Lord Skull was willing to listen and to help." She
said. He put his hand on her arm. "You be very careful around these
British. It's hard to tell what they might be up to." He kissed her
lightly on the cheek and stepped into the dank forest, and was gone.
Regina stood for a second, savoring the tingling sensation she had
on her cheek. She breathed in the smell of buckskin that was Fitz, and
the faint odor of the berry oil that Nemacolin taught Fitz to rub into
his skin to help keep the flies, chiggers, and mosquitos of the deep
woods at bay.
Later, she was at work in the kitchen of the Inn, when the four
British officers entered. She turned quickly away from them, when she
realized that one of them was the man she had knocked unconscious with
the parasol.
She was not quick enough. He recognized her. "I say, there,
facing away from the officer. One of the other officers grabbed her by
The first officer stood there, staring into her face. She tried
not to flinch, but there was a look of cold steel in his penetrating
gaze. There was meanness and treachery in his countenance. She looked
down. "Yessir?" She asked, scraping the floor with her shoe.
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"Well?" Another officer asked. "Is this the wench?" The first
officer smiled. He put his hand on the grip of his pistol. "It is."
He said. He put his finger on the trigger. "It is, indeed." He rubbed
The officer drew his pistol, and pointed it at Regina. "I don't
"We have word that you have been seen with our prisoner, Captain
Fitz." Regina shook her head, vigorously. "No, captain. That is not
true."
"Quiet!!" The officer said. His voice was sharpened with rage.
"We know otherwise." He pulled his jacket back, and holstered the
pistol. Two of the others took her by the arms. "You will take us to
where to find this Fitz person. I know nothing of him. No one had even
seen him until the day he was brought to this village in irons. No one
They pushed Regina out into the common, shoving her over the steps
so hard that she fell to the ground. They dragged her to her feet, and
She was dragged onto a horse with one of the officers, who held
her in front of him. They spurred the horses onto the Turk's Head
Highway, heading east, toward Philadelphia. All along the way, they
officers knew quite a lot about Fitz, and even had a good idea that he
"I do not know where to find this Captain Fitz. No one knows
where he lives." She protested. "Then you admit you know him?" An
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officer with which she was riding slapped her face, hard. "We know you
know him. You have been seen with him. You have been seen with him
recently."
her mouth. "All right," she admitted. "I have seen him. But he always
the area where he has been seen most by those who have been victims of
They rode hard for over an hour, and stopped at the bottom of the
long hill leading up to Castle Rock. The road was little more than the
width of a wagon, and had been roughly chiseled out of solid granite.
Over the years, Fitz had watched workers come and try to improve
the hill, but they could only chip away tiny portions of the rock,
seemed, was marine clay, always soft, always slippery, and with a hint
voracious appetite.
"That would be a good place from which to watch the comings and
pointing to the large slabs of granite high above them. "Aye, sir.
said.
The granite slabs stood out, jutting from the cliffs, high above
the dense, virgin forest, which rolled gently away from the natural rock
outpost. The others agreed. That would be the ideal place for a hide-
They slowly climbed the grade, keeping well to the sides of the
road. They stayed under the cover of the trees that nearly closed
together over their heads, shading the road almost totally from the
noonday sun.
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As they crossed the place in the road where runoff from the rocks
eroded the soil, and often washed away large sections of the road, there
was a gulley leading off to the right. It circled around the rock
sections high above, and offered enough of a clearing for a man to get
through on foot.
Suddenly the first officer stopped, raising his hand in a call for
silence. The second officer holding Regina held her mouth closed with
his hand.
The first officer hauled in the reins tightly and brought the animal
under control.
strained to see. There was a wisp of smoke, thin and grey, that escaped
from the thick forest above the ridge. Then he pointed again, further
looked over the forest, all around that area, stopping, again, in the
same place.
He reined his horse in and turned to the others. His face was
glass. There, high above the world, removed from life in the valley
His buckskin jacket was rolled up neatly behind him, and he sat,
shirtless, in the hot sun. Regina gasped when she finally was able to
make out what they were seeing. Even without the advantage of the
She bit the hand of the second officer holding her. He lost his
Run, Fitz!!!" The officer quickly regained his grip on her, and stuffed
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a piece of sheepskin into her mouth, roughly, gagging her and nearly
suffocating her in the process. Only by staying still and quiet, was
Fitz stood up, reaching behind him for the rifle. He looked down
toward them in the valley. They could see him clearly on the rock. "I
am tempted to put a ball into him from here." One of the British
whispered. The first officer stilled him with a wave of his hand, as
He ordered the men to split up, two to approach from the high land
behind the rocks. He, and the other man holding Regina would give them
time to make the climb, then approach from the gulley where they stood.
They tied the horses securely to trees on the low side of the
road, and tied Regina to a tree near them, leaving her trussed and
The two officers who were ordered into the high ground climbed
into the dense underbrush, and hiked steadily upward. The ground was
soft under their feet, and spongy. The moss that covered the ground was
a few inches thick, and was slippery as they walked over it.
leader had chosen for them was considerably more difficult than hiking
over roads, or trails, and was more than a match for the average white
the edge of a cliff, stumbled again, and this time fell to his death
among the treacherous rocks. His partner could only assume it was
dislodge from his weight. What he did not know was that it had been
carefully carved out on the bottom, and balanced precariously for just
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such an unwelcome visitor to Castle Rock. There were hundreds of others
placed elsewhere.
At last, he reached the top of the high ground above the flat
rocks jutting out from the ridge. He climbed a small tree in order to
look down upon the rock where they had seen Fitz minutes before.
He could no longer see Fitz, who had moved away from his former
position, but he could see the rock. Further below, at the foot of the
gorge, he saw the other two British officers. He waved his arm. They
waved back. The thin wisp of smoke they had seen earlier emanated from
himself on positioning himself so well and climbed down from the tree.
Without a sound, the earth opened beneath his feet. In a rush, his mind
told him there had been a rockslide, but that became his last earthly
thought. The sharpened stakes buried in the pit found their mark
but his life ebbed quickly and rather quietly, after all.
With the renewed confidence of having seen his man behind Fitz,
the first officer waved the other ahead, the two of them maintaining a
sound as they carried the third officer aloft, his foot mangled by the
loop that captured him and pulled him into the air.
The morning came alive with the urgent sounds of alarms. Bells
sounded by the released saplings brought Fitz to view, armed with his
ran.
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A single shot rang out, echoing down the valley, booming off the
rocks with an ear-splitting rumble. The first officer dropped with only
Fitz quickly ran down the mountain, stopping beside the British
officer dangling upside down from the rawhide rope. He recognized him
immediately as one of the four men he had seen in Turk's Head that
morning.
The officer was unconcious, and badly damaged, having been caught
Fitz left him hanging there, and ran back to the other man he had
just shot. He was dead. Slowly, carefully, keeping his rifle at the
ready, he worked his way down the mountainside toward the road.
his long rifle at the ready just in case. Near the road, he saw the
from her mouth. "There are four of them! They split up. Two climbed
up over the ridge, to attack you from above. Two others approached you
"Stay here." He said, helping her to her feet. "I will," She
said, taking a rifle from one of the saddles. "But I will keep this
effortlessly, he climbed the ridge that had left both men panting.
moved on, quickly, after assuring himself that he was dead. Then he
found the other, who had blindly walked into the death trap Fitz
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He cringed at the sight of the remains. Death is death, he
Having accounted for all four, he walked down the other side of
the mountain to Castle Rock, scanning the forest nervously for signs of
officer who was still dangling upside down. As he had suspected, he,
too, now was dead. He cut him down, examining the wound on his head in
the process. The blow from the trees had fractured his skull.
He walked down to the road where Regina sat waiting. "They are
all dead." He announced. "All?" Regina asked, putting down the rifle.
"All." He said, taking her by the arm. "Skull taught me some things
about protecting myself here, at Castle Rock. His lessons were well
"This war has been unmerciful." She said. "It has ruined so many
people's lives." "I am glad that it did not cost your life, in this
"I was sure they would have you, Fitz. They watched you on this
mountain from this very spot, observing your movements, while you were
shaking his head at the close call. "I must stay completely out of
sight. Too many have seen me. And now, there is another, besides
Neither had to. At that moment, both of them understood without a word
being spoken that Regina would come to live there, at Castle Rock, with
him. They would live together, maintaining their isolation from the
rest of the world. A tear formed in the corners of her eyes. Regina
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"Come." He said. "We must tend to the remains of our unlucky
visitors. We will run their horses off, and cover their tracks. The
horses will return to the stable in the village. No one shall know what
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CHAPTER VII
Cold winds whipped through the valley below Castle Rock, blowing
snow into deep drifts that completely covered Turk's Head Highway. Snow
crystals stole into the cave on the bitter air currents that infiltrated
The fire was nearly burned out, the coals skinned over with a
white, dusty film. There were barely enough hot embers left to rekindle
a fire.
close to him. They shared a heavy bearskin rug for warmth. He stood
up, and gathered an armload of dry firewood from the deep cave behind
them.
pieces against larger. Soon, the kindling wood blazed with an even
flame, catching the logs, and glowing red embers drifted toward the
ceiling again.
seen smoke from his fire, Fitz set about to clean the filtering
into his fireplace held the gasses there until they ignited on
themselves, burning up more and more of the airborne solids, until what
Fitz scraped and cleaned the buildup of soot and sap from the
They had not seen another living soul since the early days of
October. It was now late February, and the blizzard raging outside was
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unexpected. After a few teasing days of spring, winter had reared its
When Regina made the choice to stay at Castle Rock, she was driven
by Fitz' need for continued anonymity. Without it, she knew, he could
not survive. She knew that she had to help him by doing whatever she
"It saddens me, a great deal, to think that having been seen with
me has doomed you to the same life of loneliness that I have suffered
all these years." He said to her, when they discussed it, after she had
Regina nodded, sadly. "It saddens me that you have had to live
your whole life this way for no good reason." She said,
She smiled, and waved her hand around the surroundings. "This is quite
from the earthenware crock he kept beside the spring. "Nemacolin set me
opportunity to learn more about Fitz than she ever hoped otherwise to
have known.
who had meant something in his life. What a shame, she thought, that a
man with such innate abilities was forced to become a hermit, expecially
Fitz learned much from having Regina to talk with. Her own
passage to Pennsylvania Colony had been not much better than his, he
found out. She was not alone. Her parents made the crossing with her.
The work force, besides her parents, was to consist of Regina, her three
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sisters and one brother. She was the eldest of the children, and the
Smallpox came aboard with the passengers, and the young children
and the elderly were the first to get it. One by one, her siblings took
sick and died. She and her parents nursed each one as best they could.
Regina came down with it as well, but, somehow, did not get it as badly,
Head, where they had intended to open their Inn. The funds they had
saved for the purpose proved to be insufficient, and they, instead took
a small cabin near the Turk's Head Inn, where her father opened a
Regina and her mother found work at the Inn, and her father ran
the livery stable. He became sick within the first two years they were
there. She and her mother took turns taking care of him over the next
few years until he died, then her mother became sick as well. Regina
She had lived alone in the cottage since their deaths. Since she
did not own it, and had no family affairs that she had to attend to, she
and Fitz decided that it would be best for her to simply disappear,
telling no one that she had survived the abduction by the British.
Since others at the Inn had seen her taken away in captivity, it
Despite her joy at being with Fitz, she often missed her friends
at the Inn and in the village. Fitz observed her sometimes sad
her.
One night, during the January thaw, when the temperature became
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They walked along the slippery, clay trail through the forest. Parts of
held her tightly. Their eyes met in the fading light of day. "Fitz,
love?" He asked her, holding her securely in the crook of his arm.
nothing." She said, changing the subject with a wave of her arm. "Oh,
the sunset is beautiful!" She said. He walked the rest of the way to
They sat down on the rock. Regina sat in front of him, between
his legs. She leaned back against his chest. "I have always wanted to
be able to share this sight with someone, the way Nemacolin first shared
her close, shielding her from the chill air with his body. The sun
seemed suspended, just below the horizon. It flushed vibrant reds and
There was some snow and ice on the tree branches that had been
melting in the warm sun. The melting process was slowing as the
the golden brilliance of the sun, and contrasting it against the dark,
shapeless hills.
smiled, and responded by kissing her, full on the lips. She melted into
his arms.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and caressed his neck
softly. He held her, looking deeply into her eyes, content not to say a
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They returned after sunset, scaling the difficult rocks to the
cave entrance. "I will have to find a way to make this entrance easier
for you." Fitz said, holding back the bearskin rugs for her to enter.
into his arms. "I will have to learn to climb better, that is all." He
laughed. They fell together onto the soft bearskin blankets, and
"I am falling in love with you, Regina." Fitz said, as they lay
together. She was silent for a moment, a thoughtful look upon her face.
"I have been in love with you for many years." She assured him,
"But you were not free." She said. "No." He agreed. "There was
though she was betrothed to another, her heart belonged to you." She
paused. "Hers was not a happy lot, I am afraid. Still, she had her
time with you." She paused again, reflectively. Her face brightened.
Fitz grimmaced. "I fear I shall never again see that child." He
lamented. She held his hand tightly in hers. "You may." She said,
softly. "One never knows." She looked at him. "Would you ever have
predicted we would end up here, like this?" He shook his head. "No,
************
The coach rolled to a stop in front of the Sign of the Bear Inn on
had a picture of a bear on it. Many people who could not read
known that way, even though it was actually called the Taylor Inn. The
door of the coach opened and out stepped Pierre Elfreth. He ducked in
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the front door, away from the prying eyes of the curious crowd of
onlookers.
It was 1782, and the war was over. Slowly, the people of the
Company was building a powder mill downstream only a few miles from
Chester.
along the shore in New Jersey, where the cutting of a new road was
already underway. This road would provide him access to the settlements
along the eastern banks of the Delaware, and east of Trenton to New
Amsterdam.
Chester.
Elfreth was meeting with representatives from the two states and
from the fledgling paper company, and he was meeting,as well, with
Daniel Derry, who had written him a letter regarding his potential need
Elfreth entered the lobby of the Inn, outside the meeting room
where the representatives from the two states were already seated.
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As promised in a letter to Daniel Derry, Elfreth met with him on
the steps of the side entrance to the Inn, away from the busy lobby.
from the winter-dormant, brown vegetation. The sun beamed warmth onto
Busy men worked freight onto ships moored in the slips awaiting
rolls of fabric, paper, and bags of grain into cargo holds. Rats
his hand. Elfreth looked down, and smiled. For a moment amused that
the Mr. Derry who asked him for this meeting was hardly more than a boy.
the somewhat ragged black man who extended his hand proudly. He looked
into Will's eyes. They were a very unusual color. They were light blue
a man able to pick the best from a crowd. Will's face, he noted, was
lined with creases, and his hair was curly and grey, trimmed neatly.
His chin had a polite proudness about it, and his mouth was firmly set.
greeting. Other white men walking past them looked down their noses at
him for even touching a negro. Pierre Elfreth knew, instinctively, that
this was a man he could trust, that he was a man to count on.
Elfreth shook his hand with equal zeal. Without hearing the terms of
their deal, he knew he would accept it. He knew that these gentlemen
would deliver exactly what they said they would, and when they said they
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would do it. He looked wistfully toward the meeting room inside, and
ferry service from one shore to the other, giving you access to markets
to allow us access to property you own on both shores, Will and I will
build the loading ramps with timbers from his island. Further, we will
agree to operate the ferry at your convenience. You will have the most
Elfreth smiled. "How much will you need?" He asked, taking his
wallet from his pocket. "We need one hundred dollars, Sir." Daniel
glance in Daniel's direction. "I assume that you have already estimated
it, and looked it over, nodding proudly to himself that it was every bit
your freight across the river at the rate of fifty pence per hundred
weight, Sir. We would like to pay you back over two years, with
"Oh, no sir!" Daniel said, reaching out his hand again. Elfreth
looked at him. He took his hand and shook it, vigorously, smiling as he
did. He shook Will's hand again, as well. "Very well, proceed. I will
wallet back into his pocket as he spoke. "Yes Sir?" Daniel asked.
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"I assume you have a name picked out already for your new
"Uh, Yes Sir. We plan to call it the, uh, the Chester Ferry,
Sir." Elfreth smiled, and entered the Inn, repeating the name to
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British Fleet would intensify its efforts to capture him and put an end
the island of Ocracoke off North Carolina. Captain Kidd was next. He
farm themselves, where they raised sugar cane and cattle, trading mostly
trying to still the unrest which continued to plague the island. The
move was resisted by many white plantation owners, who could not accept
mulattos as their equals. Skull was not among these white resistors.
Having declared the equality of mulattos with whites divided the island
even more decisively than before, and blacks and mulattos launched
the peace in Dominica, the southern portion of the island. The British
to capture more territory for themselves. They sent troops from Jamaica
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to Haiti in the north of the island. These troops were intended to make
At the same time, Spain sent troops into the north, asking Skull
to support and lead them. For a while he did, after they made him a
promise of rank status in their army. Then, when the French declared
freedom for all negroes on the island, Skull changed his mind. Since
the French, and in return, was named a colonel in the French Army.
Sensing that his involvement with the French in settling this ticklish
problem might some day make him a legitimate citizen, and no longer a
empty-handed.
viciousness in battle and those who faced him once did not wish to do so
again.
Napolean hoped to restore a world empire to France. His plan was to use
market.
labor.
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Skull's first official act as Commander, was to free all the
using freed slaves, whom he paid a salary, but the British and the
Colonials were able to produce sugar for less on Jamaica, since they
business manager. The slaves did not know how to handle being paid for
Hispanola. After Skull had managed to calm the riots, Napolean sent his
stood in the brick room at the top of the fort overlooking the steamy
harbor.
windows, Skull carefully surveyed the harbor. His own vessels were
moored around the outskirts of the bay, and a single French barkentine
slopes. White, cotton-like clouds ringed the peaks, upon which workers
The freight docks were busy as well. Wagons were loaded with
cane, tied into neat, orderly bundles, stacked to a height three times
that of the sway-backed donkeys pulling them. They made their way to
the sides of the three top-sail schooners tied to the pier. The tri-
Dozens of black workers hoisted the block and fall cranes into
place to lift the heavy loads, dropping them safely into the cargo holds
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Skull bowed as LaFrance entered the room. LaFrance had to bend
almost to his knees to pass through the four foot high passage. On
either side of the passage stood two burly, ebony-skinned guards, gaily
dressed in red knee-length coats, with green and yellow furled collars.
certain they were unarmed, and meant no violence. Skull could have them
"Good day to you, Sir." LaFrance said, his voice shaky at the
unnerving sight of the blades over his head. "Good day." Skull
answered. The short Frenchman breathed a sigh of relief when the blades
did not fall. Then he looked up at Skull for the first time. His mouth
fell open.
Skull stared down at him. His bald pate glistened in the sunlight
that came into the room in streaks through the barred windows. Skull
stood, arms crossed over his chest. The cutlass was belted tightly
around his waist, and reached the floor. LaFrance gulped at the sight
The top of his head reached just above Skull's waist. The skin on
LaFrance's face was fair, soft-looking, and pasty. His hair was tan-
brown, cut short, and unruly. His physique was stooped, and pudgy,
despite his young age. His legs were bowed, and strained outwardly from
said, his eyes measuring the size of Skull, who could not stand up
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The entire room was built of brick, as was the rest of the fort.
The bricks held the humidity in their porous structure, along with the
smell of mildew. The dank atmosphere was clouded with the stench of
The only contact prisoners had with the outside, and the only
daylight they ever saw, came through the small trap doors the guards
opened in the ceiling above them. Food and water was dropped in, and
There were wooden doors off to the sides of the chambers that were
used only to remove prisoners who died during captivity. These doors
were built at the same height as wagon beds to facilitate in hauling the
corpses off for burial. Bodies did not have to be lifted, but could,
Fever took its toll among the prisoners whose flesh rotted in the
mildewed chambers. Rats and cockroaches roamed every square inch of the
chambers, looking for morsels that suited their tastes. Guards answered
to no one.
Skull took the paper offered him by LaFrance, opened it, and read
LaFrance stepped back, hitting the brick wall with a thud. The
guards stood around him, menacingly, fingers clenched tightly around the
were positioning themselves for a clean sword stroke at him. They did
not know that Skull had a standing cash offer to the guard who could
split a man in two with a single stroke of his sword upon Skull's
command.
Skull stilled the guards with a nod of his head. He moved closer
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appeared about to burst out of their sockets, beneath the quivering,
He stood over LaFrance, with his face pushed so closely, that his
about, unsheathed, and held in Skull's huge hand, waving first one razor
words. They echoed off the brick interior of the fort, chasing
themselves down into the prison chambers, where the prisoners groaned
and moaned. The guard dogs barked, and whined, and spun, nervously.
shoe!!" Skull boomed, bringing his huge foot down on the bricks with a
grinding thud.
from Commander Skull?!" Suddenly Skull stood upright. His hand found
"And how, may I ask, would that shrunken runt propose to move me
Hispanola?"
Slowly, he inched his way toward the window, all the time staring at the
slashingly sharp steel aimed toward his neck. Skull let him wander a
few feet.
Where the waters had been clear of any ships of any size before
Skull allowed LaFrance to enter, they now teemed with warships. Skull's
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nothing, but instead bellowed. He spun around in a rage, sounding like
LaFrance backed away, pressing his pudgy little body tight against
the wall. The guards stared at him with unseeing eyes. They studied
himself as rigid and still as possible. Sweat poured from his brow and
made it difficult to see. The guards' swords were held upright, poised
numbers of warships he could see from his vantage point. Even Skull,
who knew no limits to challenge, knew that his men had no chance against
when Skull was more reckless, he would have slaughtered LaFrance, and
across the room toward LaFrance. His eyes bored steadily into
LaFrance's. Even the guards ducked. The cutlass lowered, and whistled
held his eyes shut tightly. He cowered in the face of the enraged
giant. Three, four more strokes with the great cutlass and the table
was kindling.
following LaFrance's every move, waiting, begging for the command from
their leader.
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It never came. At last, Skull permitted LaFrance to leave. He
walked back to his ship with quivering knees. His legs barely carried
The barkentine set sail for the other ships offshore. The fleet
Domingo was surrendered. Suspecting that the Dominicans must have had a
The French had hoped that Skull would agree to help Napolean
negotiate with the blacks and mulattos. When he read the message
soldiers who soon were weakened by fevers, and the jungle heat.
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The Bull Tavern was located in the heart of Valley Forge where
Many times, it was the scene of meetings and war councils during
the hostilities. It survived the war without any major damage, unlike
The long, low, building with stone walls covered in stucco and
whitewash, stood a neat and tidy contrast to the rolling green, grassy
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slopes near what became known, after the war, as the King of Prussia
Road.
which were outlined by the dark mortar holding them solidly in place.
The mantle over the huge fireplace at the end of the main dining
room was hand-hewn of native red oak. To the right side of the walk-in
fireplace was a warming oven with a black, cast iron cover, fashioned
nearby at Isaac Pott's Forge. To the left was a large baking oven,
similarly covered.
The floor was finished with wide pine boards, some as wide as
twenty inches. There was a dark, mahogany mop board nailed around the
edge of the room, and the trim around the doors and windows was of the
The walls were decorated every few feet with brass oil lamps to
provide light in the evening, and a large candelabra dangled from the
had been reduced to a few dozen. They were all older, and it was now
obvious that the tribe would soon cease to exist, except in memory.
dealing with the white man, working out arrangements for his people,
that he had become almost totally acclimated to the white man's ways.
He knew the language, the customs, and was even learning to like the
food.
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He had called this meeting with Jonas Webster to discuss the
Jonas Webster was now General Jonas Webster, after his exceptional
service during the war. He was highly respected among those in power in
Nemacolin knew this, and knew, as well, that Jonas was being
tribes. Nemacolin's father liked and trusted the man. He, and all
relatives, who later governed. Nor did they like or trust Miles
Braddock, who fled to England with his children before the end of the
war.
Nemacolin hoped the rumors that would make Jonas governor were
true. He looked forward to working out the problems between his tribe
Jonas and his assistant entered the Inn, and were greeted in the
Nemacolin, was now fifty years old, and the same age as Fitz. His
well as he did when he was twenty. His step was still quick, and light.
grey flecks in the hair on his temples, and the small lines near his
eyes. They were more like creases, and lent a wizened look to his
appearance.
The flesh of his face was firm, and did not droop at all. His
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His black eyes still reflected no light, and his gaze was steady
and very dark, although not in a mean sense. His look was intensely
your General Washington, for our services to the American Cause, which
we gave willingly."
Jonas, they would have been paid the money long ago. Still, he had a
duty to uphold the government of the new nation, which had more debts
answered. "It is unfortunate, but at this time, there are more debts to
pay than there are funds to pay them. The cost of war is high."
Nemacolin nodded. "The cost of war was high for us, as well, my
Sickness has taken its toll in our tribe. Our once proud warriors have
fallen ill. There are but a few dozen of our numbers left, and no young
to carry on. When those of us left have moved on, there will be no more
Susquehannocks. Our sacrifice has been great, and we need the promised
payment, either. The best he could do was to bring the item before the
"I will do the best for you that I can." Jonas said. Nemacolin
nodded. He knew, as well as Jonas, what he could do, and what he could
not do. He was willing to trust that Jonas would see it through.
"Ah, good. Food has arrived." Jonas said, as the maids appeared
at the door, bringing dishes of corn, peas, beans, and planks of baked
sturgeon. There were bowls of yams and fresh fruit. They feasted.
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After dinner, Nemacolin's and Jonas' men drank "lum," what the Indians
shadows. Tall pine trees swayed gently in the breeze and made a soft
whistling sound in the night. Jonas liked that sound, and knew that
most Indians considered it the voice of nature. They held their hands
against the trunk, and listened, believing that it told them which way
struggling to keep pace with Nemacolin, who, in his mind, was walking
"No." Nemacolin said. "It has been a long time." "I have seen
for several seconds, measuring whether it was safe to say more about
closing days of the war. A barmaid named Regina disappeared there one
day. She was taken at gunpoint by four British officers, who demanded
Nemacolin said nothing, but listened in silence. "No one has seen
her since. Nor has anyone seen anything of Fitz, and the officers
the next day, but they were riderless. They all disappeared without a
trace."
it, nor much about himself to me. It was through the barmaid at Turk's
Head that I was able to reach him. Now she, too is missing." Jonas
frowned. "No one else I know knows where he lives, either. I have news
for him, good news, and I do not know how to get it to him."
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Nemacolin grunted. "I know where Fitz lives." He said, looking
skyward toward the rising moon. The black night sky contrasted the
the murder charges that sent him into the wilderness all those years
ago. And the bounty hunter, Cyrus, who has persisted in chasing him is
no longer a threat."
reflecting.
"Fitz has helped a lot of people. Skull made our success possible
in the war. Without him, I doubt we could have won. Without Fitz,
Skull never would have helped us. It is time to repay him, if we can."
Nemacolin nodded.
Nemacolin stared at the moon and the stars. He put his hands on the
biggest pine in the grove and put his head back, staring straight up to
The wind whistled eerily through the branches, making the sound of
voices, and gentle laughter. Nemacolin's silence was painful for Jonas,
who had nothing to do, but to wait. "Yes. I will." Nemacolin said at
The dawn came early. Having stayed up too late talking with
of the fireplace at the end of the great hall. They warmed their hands
quickly, eating some corn bread and berries. Then they set off, walking
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In a short time, they had left all traces of civilization behind.
Although more and more people were moving into the area all the time,
settlements were still on the edge. The settlements were growing, but
slash in the land as quickly as the white man had made it.
Jonas, who was in good condition, and at least ten years younger, panted
a way to bound over rocks, never setting foot in the water. Jonas fell
At one point, in the heat of the early fall, Nemacolin turned back
and joined him. They frolicked in the clear water near the falls,
They made camp at the side of a river. Pine boughs piled on the earthen
Nemacolin caught trout from the deep pools of the river and they
cooked them over the open fire. At night, the sounds of nocturnal
the way he always had, stepping into the gorge to the north side of
He stopped, holding Jonas back with his hands in the center of the
gulley. He looked down at the ground among the rocks, and motioned for
Jonas to climb around the pit that had been carefully covered with a
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"Whewh!" Jonas said. "I surely am glad to be with you." He
said. "I would have walked right into that pit if I had been here by
myself." Nemacolin smiled. Jonas did not have to tell him that.
Soon, they began the heavy climb by the rocks. The water cascaded
Nemacolin went first. His sharp eyes were busily darting about,
be neither.
He climbed to the top of the cliff, and reached into the familiar
cavern, feeling the bearskin door. He pulled it open and stepped in.
The cavern was empty, abandoned. Inside, the earthen floor was
cold. He put his hand into the fireplace and found that the ashes were
The food chambers were empty, and there was no sign of life
anywhere. Jonas joined him in looking about for any evidence of human
over-run the camp, and stripped away any edible tidbit. The blankets
lay on the cold, damp floor, and a few utensils lay untouched near the
spring.
Nemacolin sat down by the wall, lowering his large frame slowly
he might have been able to offer Fitz the freedom he had not known for
so many years.
stood up and gathered some firewood from the dry section of the cave and
piled them painstakingly. "We had better stay here for the night." He
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They said little, eating the dried meat they brought with them,
and the few pieces of rabbit they had shot the day before.
Nemacolin sang a mournful song late into the night, and danced
around the fire, paying tribute to his departed friend. Jonas sat
In the morning, they climbed down the rocks into the gorge that
led to the highway. Nemacolin led the way. He stopped, sniffing the
air. He turned to Jonas who sniffed the cool air being warmed by the
"Where?" He asked.
another outcropping of ledge rock not far from where they stood.
Jonas strained his eyes trying to see. Then he saw a faint swirl
of grey smoke near one of the rocks. It dissipated, then was followed
Nemacolin led the climb up the steep slope. Huge, rounded slabs
microscopic bits of rock. These bits, over time, add up, and caverns
small, some as large as the one Fitz was able to live in.
Climbing across the last slab, Nemacolin had to help Jonas over
the edge. They stood atop a flat boulder while Nemacolin searched the
above, looking for smoke. His foot dislodged a rock. He fell toward
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Nemacolin pulled him back onto the boulder, then knelt down to
suspected, the bottom side of the rock had been chiseled to a "vee," and
Jonas breathed deeply, thankful he had not plunged onto the jagged
at the other side of the boulder. They turned, quickly, and faced the
visitors.
words for a moment, only smiles, and happy grunts. Then Jonas embraced
Fitz as well.
"We went to the cave, and found it deserted." Nemacolin said. "Aye."
Fitz said. "Now you must come to visit my new cave." He added, proudly.
wet gorge. Cascading water sprayed everything below, and kept the rock
About two thirds of the way up the slope, well hidden by the falls
and tied to the trunk of a tree, there was a rope ladder. Fitz climbed
He pulled the hanging bearskin rugs to the side, and they entered
the cave. The first chamber was an anteroom. It absorbed the cold air
of winter and the spray from the waterfall. The next chamber was a
The ceiling had a natural cleft near the center of the room.
There was a campfire in the center of the floor. In one corner was an
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opening leading to another chamber. Regina stepped out from it, holding
two pistols.
She put the pistols down upon seeing who was there. "Nemacolin
and Jonas have found us." Fitz said to Regina, calmly. She stood
domain might mean. They had talked many times of their need to maintain
their home in secrecy, and so had not sought to contact either Jonas or
Nemacolin.
free man."
Regina moved beside Fitz and put her arm around his waist. He
stood, stunned, for a while, then they exchanged a quick glance and a
"You could get a fair trial now." Jonas continued. "I could help
Regina hugged Fitz harder. Nemacolin moved beside them. "I think
"Your help in the cause of the Revolution will serve you in good
stead." Jonas said. "There are many, including myself, who will
testify on your behalf, and who will say that your help was invaluable
to the cause."
Fitz took the words in, measuring their meaning to him and to
Regina. They moved to the new cave after the first winter she stayed
with him, partly to have a place with easier access for her.
Fitz made the discovery of the new cave one day on a hunting trip.
Hidden by the falls, he had missed it all the time he had lived at
Castle Rock.
He was able to make the entrance much easier for her to enter and
the rope ladder could be withdrawn if anyone came near. Besides the
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four British soldiers, Nemacolin, and now Jonas, no one else had ever
ventured near.
Regina and Fitz had drawn extremely close over the months they
shared the cave. Although the days were long, and often uneventful,
She had become an excellent shot with both the long rifle and the
they hunted, and Regina was just as willing to dress the game as to
shoot it.
They were able to make soap, keep vegetables nearly through the
winter months, and had running water at their doorstep. Furs were
plentiful, and Regina grew flax, which she wove into cloth when they
needed it.
There was almost nothing they needed that they didn't have at
Castle Rock, except freedom. Since the war had stopped, there were less
them, and the only people they saw at all stayed pretty much to the
Fitz no longer traveled around the way he had for years, either.
No longer called upon to aid in the Revolution, and not enjoying robbing
from anyone as much as he did the stodgy British and their allies, he
and Regina stayed close to the cave. They had everything at hand that
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Jonas Webster stood on the steps of Independence Hall. The fine,
brick building was two stories high, with a bell tower above it.
Seventeen high windows with white granite lintels on the main building
Two steps behind Jonas stood his wife, Molly. Jonas placed his
hand on the bible and repeated the vows read to him by a justice of the
court.
peals out among the people. It was the same bell that was ordered on
November 1st, 1751 by Isaac Norris, Thomas Leech and Edward Warren, the
stroke of the clapper, after it was mounted and tried for sound. The
bell was recast twice by Pass and Stow, and was finally remounted June
7, 1753. It became world famous on the 8th of July, 1776 when it was
rung over the cheers of patriots in the statehouse yard after the first
rang all day, and almost all night, calling the men of America to their
duty. It rang for independence. It was fitting, this day, that the
Jonas turned to Molly and hugged her, then he lifted his hat in
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Fitz emerged from the wild forest, with Regina at his side, as
dawn broke. They walked along the West Chester Road, which led to West
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Chester grew steadily in the years following the war. It quickly
traffic on the new ferry. Powder from the Dufresne Company, was carried
to northerly points along the western shore of the Delaware. And paper
produced at the new mill was shipped across the Delaware into New
Jersey.
Turk's Head, to handle the wagon crews delivering freight inland, and
with the idea of calling Turk's Head West Chester, to capitalize on the
West Chester became the county seat of Chester County. The county
courthouse sat within the village green, surrounded by tall oaks, high
The courthouse faced High Street, which was the road leading to
Chester. They climbed the stone steps of the courthouse, arriving there
The new sheriff met him there with two deputies. "Good morning."
The sheriff said, taking Fitz into custody for trial. Fitz gave up his
Regina entered the courtroom and took a seat on a bench at the rear of
the building.
The new courthouse was finely appointed, with polished red oak
lustre with dark oil. Crisp white woodwork accentuated the paneling and
The windows were floor to ceiling at both sides and one end of the
courtroom, and were paned with glass from America's first glass plant
located in upstate New York. The glass panes were shipped from the
plant first by wagon to the Hudson River, then by barge to New York,
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then by wagon to Penns Grove, where they crossed the Delaware on Daniel
At the windowless end of the courtroom was a tall bench where the
Governor Webster himself made the dedication speech for the new
courthouse. In that speech he had marveled at the way the new country
was growing, and how trade routes based on new commerce, were bringing
At last, Fitz was led into the courtroom. Regina recoiled at the
sight of him in chains. She took several deep breaths and reminded
herself that the governor of the state, Jonas Webster had assured Fitz
Fitz was seated in a small cage below the judge’s bench. The
judge sat upon the bench, wearing a maroon colored robe, starched stiff,
The jury listened intently through the whole proceeding. Fitz was
not called upon to speak, except to give his name and to enter his plea
McShane. He was tall, and lean, with broad shoulders. When they talked
briefly before the trial, Fitz studied the man silently. His gaze was
Michael made a notation on the paper he held in his lap. Fitz sat
assured him. "With Jonas Webster on your side, you have a powerful
smiled at Fitz. "I, too, was indentured to make the journey here from
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Ireland. I spent eight years paying for my passage." Fitz said
poorly. I was worked to near death at times, and fed not as well as his
warning." He paused. "Doctor Witt was well-known. There were many who
could not understand him, who were not content for him to be different.
And there are those among us, mostly young men, who have not lived
not understand, and fear. The Kelpians were different, and their
offering his hand. "Are you ready?" He asked. "As ready as I will
After all the evidence had been heard, the judge, who still showed
not a hint of emotion, looked at Michael McShane. "You may now make
parchment from the wooden table where he sat, a few paces away from
Fitz.
Fitz could not help mentally plotting his escape. Feeling trapped
in the tiny cage, and chained, hand and foot, he was ill-prepared for
said, dryly.
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"I read to you, now, from a letter written by our governor, The
the paper aloft to display the governor's seal for all to see.
this new nation might not exist today. Although he has lived his
shedding of our blood, although he, himself, has never been free
all tasks asked of him by the Colonial Army, and, without his
negotiate with the pirate Skull, our navy would have continued to
today, in the name of freedom, and liberty, and in the name of our
brought before you. I ask you today to add his name to the
honorable list of patriots who shall enjoy freedom, and who shall
The jury exchanged glances and quiet whispers. Fitz sat in the
chains, while the rest of the talking continued. Finally, the judge
The foreman answered. "What say you?" The judge asked. "We find the
defendant not guilty of the charges of murder and vandalism, not guilty
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There was an audible sigh of relief in the room. The judge moved
on to the next case without any show of emotion. Regina gulped. Fitz
jumped to his feet and held his hands out to the sheriff, who unlocked
his bindings.
said. "Thank you." Fitz answered. Regina flew into his arms. They
Fitz stepped outside the building with tears of joy streaming down
both cheeks. He took Regina into his arms and the two of them danced
He was aware that people were watching, but, for once, did not
care. He took Regina by the hand and led her about, pointing to all the
things he had not been able take the time to really see in the village
for decades.
They spent the rest of the day, and well into the evening,
carriages, cats, women, men, the sun, the sky, the moon, and all the
The next day, Fitz decided to share his secret with Regina.
Climbing into the old cave, He opened the cache in the wall, and removed
the fortune in gold, silver and jewels that Fitz had stashed there over
Regina's eyes opened wide at the sight. She had never seen such
an amount of wealth. They sat before the light of oil lamps until well
"I kept this for the young'un, Edward." Fitz said, sadly. "If
Katie had lived, I think I would have been able to do for him. Now, I
Regina said nothing, her face lined with concern, and sympathy.
"Now, perhaps it is best I use this to buy something for a person who
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means everything to me." He put an arm around Regina's shoulders and
"How would you like a tavern of your own?" He asked her with an
Fitz. I would love it." She gushed. He held her close and they
She thought about the tavern that her parents had wanted to own.
Perhaps, she thought, this would be a way to fulfill their dreams. She
could only hope that somehow, someway, her parents might be able to look
down and see her now and might see the tavern they always wanted become
a reality. Tears filled her eyes at the thought. She squeezed Fitz'
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CHAPTER VIII
and cedars, on the banks of a clear, bubbling river, sat a white stone
tavern.
The black slate roof was sharply peaked, and black shutters on the
windows gave the building balance against the dappled green backdrop of
Beside the building was a small livery stable, with six wooden
paneled doors that opened onto the circular gravel wagonyard between the
A stable boy carried water and grain for the horses, and another
polished the brass buttons on the leather harness of the six heavy
packed full with merchandise, ready to begin its westerly journey over
The sign over the door had a picture of a Black Eagle, which
became the name of the Inn. The Black Eagle Inn was a welcome stop on
Inside the tavern, Regina was the official greeter and hostess.
She met visitors by the door, standing beneath a pair of fine brass oil
lamps decorating the walls in the corner of the room, where the stairs
She wore a long, floor length dress, and her hair, now speckled
with grey, was pulled back into a tight bun. She directed the maids
around the tavern, who carried trays filled with fresh vegetables,
fruit, baked fish, and broiled meat. The aroma of fresh bread filled
the dining area, and sweet desserts bubbled in caldrons on the great
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In the south meadow below the tavern, there was a great herd of
Regina walked to the rear of the tavern and found Fitz there.
"Perhaps you had better check with the drovers to see if they will be
along any time soon for supper." She said, as he emerged from the
"I will." Fitz said, eyeing the large group of teamsters and
drovers who had just entered. "It appears we will be busy tonight. Do
we have enough food on hand?" Regina took more napkins from the storage
room before he closed the door. "Yes, but more are supposed to be
coming. The sooner we can get the drovers that are already here fed,
the better we will be able to manage to make sure everyone gets fed."
"I will see if I can hurry the drovers along before the next group
arrives." He said. He kissed her on the cheek and went out the back
door.
It had been almost a year since Regina purchased the tavern and
The building had been on the site for many years, but was damaged
and then abandoned during the Revolution. When Regina purchased it, she
and Fitz moved out of Castle Rock, but not immediately, even after Fitz
won his freedom. He needed time to slowly get used to the concept which
They had a small cabin that they built into a cut in the
mountainside a short distance north of the Black Eagle Inn. It was here
were not significantly different from those at Castle Rock suited Fitz,
The Black Eagle Inn was located well into the frontier wilderness
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village, and the surroundings afforded Fitz plenty of opportunity to get
civilized world of the tavern, yet was equally at home in the crude camp
where Fitz preferred living, and she understood his need to live that
way. She managed the tavern, and spent much of her time there. Fitz
keep the cattle and sheep for the night. The sounds of hundreds of
cattle baying, and horses chewing corn blended with the bubbling sounds
of water from the river and created a melodius din in the valley.
seated for supper." He politely asked the lead drover, a short, wide
man with talon-like hands, and thick arms. His black hat was pulled
down over his eyes, and it bore a band of turkey feathers as decoration.
of grass as he did. "As soon as we get the cattle fed and settled." He
answered. His answer was short, and lacked patience. His eyes measured
"We just want to be sure there will be enough to feed you." Fitz
said, trying to be polite. You will have enough." The drover answered,
flatly. "And if not, you will get more for my men." He spit the words
to the Inn. "What are you, some kind of Injun?" The drover asked,
Fitz stopped, hesitated for a second, then walked on. "I asked
you a question. Are you some kind of Injun, wearin' them moccasins and
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"Gutless Injun." The drover spat on Fitz as he walked away. Fitz
turned and walked back to the drover. Even though he was twenty years
older than the fresh-mouthed drover, he was still hard from his years in
the wilderness, and he was a foot taller and half again as broad.
looking the drover in the eye. Though he wore no guns while near the
holster by his side and he still wore the painted buckskin suits
The drover, looking for a fight to end his day, threw a handful of
dust into Fitz' face, and punched him, drawing his gun in the process.
The other drovers cheered and gathered around the two men.
Life on the frontier was rough. There was little to do but work
for these drovers, and the pressures of work were tremendous. Keeping
control of the herd was demanding, and one slip-up could create a huge
stampede at any time. The only time they could relax from the tension
started to lift the pistol to take aim, but Fitz grasped his gun hand,
and twisted it. The drover fell to his knees, as Fitz twisted his wrist
in an iron grip, and pressed his thumb into a pressure point of nerve
chin. The man cowered, and shook, as Fitz spoke through gritted teeth.
"The choice is yours, come to supper, or I'll open your gullet right
here. Either way, there will be no trouble. We can mop up your remains
in a few seconds."
The drover relented, and pulled himself back to his feet slowly
after Fitz released him, clearly unwilling to pursue more violence that
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might bring him back to the point of Fitz' knife. Other drovers,
"You heard the man." The drover barked, putting his hat back on
his head. "Supper is ready." He walked toward his horse, rubbing his
wrist. Fitz led the others to the Inn where they had supper and retired
for the night. The drover who challenged him came in a few minutes
later, and ate with his crew. He behaved in a gentlemanly manner for
many men to the Black Eagle Inn, which was the last semi-civilized
eventually Kentucky.
the wagonyard early one evening. The coachman, who sat high above the
ground in a box reined in the unruly team, and stepped down from his
perch once he was sure they were calm, and under the control of stable
hands.
Only a few weeks before, another driver had been thrown from his
box by the same team, and the coach rolled into the forest.
Fortunately, no one was killed in the incident, but it did make all the
The coachman opened the door, and extended his hand to Lady and
Pierre Elfreth, who embarked and walked into the tavern. Regina greeted
them there. She seated them at the large table in the front of the Inn,
overlooking the river. It was dark outside and warm. The air was heavy
and felt potentially stormy. Birds and tree frogs competed with each
"Enjoy your evening meal." Regina said to them, as she left the
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table to go back to the kitchen. "Thank you. You have a most lovely
Pierre Elfreth sat back to enjoy the roast venison that was on the
menu that night. He was startled to see Fitz walk through the back of
He excused himself from his wife's side, and walked to the door
"That man," He pointed toward the door, "The man who just walked
harkening back in her mind to the days when Fitz was a runaway. "Do you
know him?" She asked of Elfreth. "I believe I do." Elfreth said.
"His name is Fitz." Regina said, still watching Elfreth for a reaction.
was a familiar traveler, and if people had not seen him, they at least
knew of him because he was involved in so many ventures, and because his
Dufresne Company was becoming one of the largest, and best known
employers in America.
Regina smiled, wondering when Fitz ever shared a coach with anyone
on the way to Philadelphia. "I will get him." Regina said, excusing
herself to the kitchen. Fitz came back to the room, entering warily, a
throwback to his days on the run. Elfreth saw him and stood up
immediately.
hand. "You remember me, Pierre Elfreth. We met at Marcus Hook." Fitz
nodded his recognition. "Come. Sit with us for a moment." Fitz stood
next to their table while Elfreth introduced him to his wife. "This is
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Captain Fitz, my dear, an aquaintance from the war.
smiled. She nodded, smiled, then sat, silent as a stone, studying Fitz
Elfreth moved the wine glass to the side without a word. "We made
a good deal, you know," Elfreth went on. "That is.......My company
trading only with the Colonials." Fitz nodded. "It was good for us, as
"I am pleased it worked out for all." Fitz said. "Skull has now
life will be better for him there." Elfreth offered Fitz a small
bisquit from a plate. Fitz declined, then Elfreth took one and buttered
you must try some of this." He said, buttering one for his wife.
freedom." He looked Fitz up and down. "It looks good on you." Fitz
smiled. "It feels good, as well. It has been a long time." Elfreth
held his wine glass aloft. "A toast. To your freedom, and to the
Patriots who fought for the cause." Phoebe Elfreth raised her glass,
Fitz raised his water glass. She tapped his glass lightly with hers,
Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at Fitz, who stood nearly
a head taller than her husband. She wore a grey floor length dress,
with a white lace top. It had a black belt around her tiny waist. Her
hair was sandy brown, and pulled back tightly and notted. She wore a
She was tall, lithe, and lean, and appeared to be several years
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younger than her husband. She looked at Fitz in a very fetching way
during the toast, then dropped her eyes quickly, when he returned her
glance.
explained, somewhat defensively. "I only help with the heavy work.
"She has all the brain power, and I provide some of the brawn."
"These are exciting times on the frontier. There is a new world opening
up out there. This new world is filled with opportunities for people
"It appears that you, and Regina, are doing very well here at the
Inn. I hear nothing but good things about The Black Eagle Inn. It is
the avowed favorite of all our teamsters and drovers on the Pike."
and his clothing. Fitz, as always, was dressed in buckskin and wearing
observe people and see in them not where they were, but where they might
be.
cook." He said, changing the subject, for a moment. "Are you happy
Fitz looked at him, studying his face. The candle light was
kinder than daylight, and it gave Elfreth's skin a less pasty pall. His
liked Pierre Elfreth. He liked about him the way he sought out each new
Instead, he used humor and warmth to win people over. He had been as
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much at ease with Skull, who most men would avoid at all costs, as he
little concerned with their tales of who they were or where they had
He watched Fitz' face for a reaction. Fitz answered, "I am aware. This
"But the real frontier lies still further to the west, and to the
Elfreth paused, sizing Fitz up by the dim light of the candles in the
room.
response. "There are few white men able to travel the wilderness, and
able to deal with the Indians still left there. Although most of the
Indians have moved west beyond Three Rivers, there are still scattered
groups of them, marauders, mostly. I can always use a good man able to
continued. "Captain, if you found that you missed some of the wildness
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"What say, you, Captain Fitz?" Elfreth asked, after a while.
Taking a small sip from his wine goblet, as he studied Fitz' face. "I
will consider your offer, sir." Fitz answered. "Good." Elfreth said.
"If you decide to do any part of it, we would be glad to talk with you.
season. We will be moving ahead with these plans in the spring. If you
wish, you could sign on when the spring thaw comes, and be back here
Fitz nodded. "I will consider it." He said again. Fitz stood
up. Elfreth stood up with him. Fitz bowed politely to Mrs. Elfreth.
She bowed her head in return, smiling brightly. Elfreth and Fitz shook
Elfreth and his wife dined by the dim candlelight in the room, and
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white ice drifted among the roiling waters that moved downstream at
breakneck speed.
Lumps of clay broke loose from the banks and muddied the normally
crystal clear water, creating brown eddies and whirlpools near tree
In the high country west of the Inn, the spring melt had already
begun. The ice had moved out of the lakes, first turning black, then
Small animals were now denied the opportunity to cross the lakes
On the black green hills around the Inn, there was still plenty of
snow in the woods, but the roads and trails were now clear, if muddy,
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Fitz' contract had arrived with the last teamsters to stay at The
Black Eagle Inn. Elfreth had stayed at the Inn twice more during the
winter and had given more details about the job he wanted Fitz to
accomplish.
wild, unsettled land at the headwaters of the Lehigh and Frye's Creek.
the territory. "In 1791, the state hired a man named John Frye to cut a
road into the unknown territory. He never finished it. It passes Lake
Henry, here, then ends near a branch of the Lehigh called Bell Meadow
Brook.
In thirty years, nothing has been done to the 'Drinker Road', and
it has grown wild and narrow. Today, it is good only as a path for the
panther. We want to reopen the project and finish the road. If you go
Fitz made mental notes of all that Elfreth told him. He was
he was very much in love with Regina, and she him, he also missed some
things about his life in the wilderness. Elfreth had guessed that
correctly.
your safety. After many years of being away from you because that was
the way it had to be, I fear that you will go back into the wilderness
again, and I will never see you again." Fitz rubbed her cheek gently
"Regina, if this were other than one season, and if it were for
any other than Pierre Elfreth, I should not seriously consider it. But
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I do miss my friends among the wildlife. This should give me an
opportunity to spend time hunting and fishing as well. You now have a
good, stable crew at the Inn. It is sizable enough to handle the work
here. You can do without me for a few months. Things will run smoothly
without me. Perhaps more smoothly than with me." He quipped. She
She resisted a strong urge to argue. She knew, deep down, that
there was a part of Fitz she could never reach, and that he was going on
this mission whether she wished him to or not. As close as they were,
there was a wildness within him that allowed her only so close. It kept
Although she was adept at life in the woods through his teachings,
there was much that came to him instinctively that could never be
gently. "Yes, of course," She said, "Go. Go with God, and be safe. I
She spent many a night worrying about his upcoming venture into
the wilds. Why, she asked, in her prayers, did her man have to be like
explorers, who risked all for their goals of riches, power, or in Fitz'
case, solitude, and an alliance with nature. She never received a clear
answer.
the giant chestnut tree a few miles north of the Inn. He put his hands
He prayed, thanking God for his newly found freedom, and for
soon left the narrow path that was the old Durham Road, and started
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He carried a small hatchet, his long rifle, pistols, some pieces
of dried jerky, and his knife. His feet were protected by loose-fitting
moccasins, and his painted buckskin jacket provided protection from the
Small game was plentiful on the hike, and he shot two rabbits for
his supper. He made camp just before twilight, picking a level spot on
reached for his long rifle. It missed his hand by inches. Still, he
Again, a shot slammed into the tree only inches from his face.
Ducking down behind the tree, he did see a puff of smoke that came from
clearing, and took up his long rifle. Then he ran toward a large rock.
piece of fur moving through the brush. It was a bearskin cap. He took
aim and fired. The shot found its mark, and a man tumbled toward the
ground.
the area where he felled the rifleman, he saw blood in the bushes.
Fitz parried the blow from the wounded man, and knocked him down
with a forearm to the chest. Breathless, the white man held his charge,
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the ground. "I thought you were an Injun!" He said, raving angrily,
Something about this stranger's dismay over Fitz turning out not
him. He picked him up and carried him back to his campsite. There, he
set about to remove the bullet from the tall, ruggedly-built white man.
The man was at least as large as Fitz. He had a swarthy complexion and
a large, ugly, red scar across his cheek. His hair was jet black, and
curly. His eyes were dark. They opened periodically, during fits of
unable to focus.
bearskin. His hat was made from skunk furs, and had a white and black
tail.
Fitz kept him warm against the cold night air. He knew he would
have to find a more substantial shelter for him if he was to live. The
wound was within inches of being fatal, but it luckily missed all his
could keep him from freezing to death, and could control infection, the
set about to build a small lean-to at the site, so that he could better
The nights were still cold, though the days were warming quickly
with the coming of spring. Fitz spent hours tending to the wound while
knowing who he was or anything about him. Still, something about his
anger made Fitz curious about what had driven him to attack.
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He was crazy with anger, but did not seem crazy. On the second
day, the man opened his eyes. Startled, he attempted to pull away from
Fitz, who knelt at his side. His pain stopped him. He slipped back to
turned away and said, "I thought you was an Injun!" He said the words
man flew into a rage. "I knew it! I knew you was a Godamned Redskin!"
his feet, but again, his pain stopped him. "Who are you?" Fitz finally
asked, after his patient had calmed down. "They call me the Black
Eagle." The man explained, in a loud, agitated voice. "And I'll kill
Fitz moved the rifles and pistols away from the bed in the
were of a mind to put a bullet into me, just because you thought I was
an Indian?"
The Black Eagle said nothing, but only glared at Fitz. "Why did
you want to kill me?" He asked again. The Black Eagle growled,
That's enough for me! Only damned good Injun is a dead Injun!"
Fitz shook his head, and muttered his disbelief. "If you had shot me,
"No damned matter!" The Black Eagle said, "You look like an
Injun, and you said your heart was Injun, that's close enough for me!"
"Does it matter that I saved your life, even though you tried to
ambush me?" Fitz said, mixing liquid in a cup that he heated over the
fire.
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The Black Eagle said nothing, but growled like a bear as he rolled
"Here, drink some of this." Fitz said, holding out the small cup.
The Black Eagle pushed it away. "What's that, some kind of Injun
The Black Eagle squirmed about uncomfortably. "It might even ease
your pain, some." Fitz offered. Growling, the Black Eagle rolled
toward Fitz and took some of the liquid. He spit it out, complaining
Fitz took his chin in his hand and bent his head back, pouring the
warm liquid into his open mouth. The Black Eagle swallowed it,
lean to, which was now quite comfortable. The southwestern exposure was
Fitz had closed the sides in partly as well with pine boughs. The
large area in the center of the structure provided room for a sizeable
Fitz put some pieces of venison onto sharpened sticks and shoved
them into the fire. He turned, realizing the Black Eagle had awakened
"Why did you not kill me when you had the chance?" The Black
Eagle asked. "I tried to." Fitz said, calmly. "But I missed."
The Black Eagle growled. "I mean, why did you bring me here? I
tried to kill you. Would have, too, if the wind had not spoiled my
shot."
mirror. The truth was, he had no idea why he decided to try to save
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this wretch who had tried to shoot him in the back. Still, seeing him
some reason, he found himself unable to do no less for this man than
Nemacolin had done for him so many years earlier. And he had no clear
idea why.
"Did it not matter to you, that you did not know me, nor know
took everything from me!" The Black Eagle blurted out, suddenly. "They
killed my wife and two children! And for no reason!" He spit the words
out angrily.
needed not to listen, but to talk. "I went out one morning in my canoe
to fish the waters of the Juniata. It was a beautiful day when I left,
goodbye. My wife loved our home, set in that beautiful valley. We had
a large spring in the rocks only a few feet from our door.
My wife and children lay, scalped and murdered, cold in the moonlight
near our beloved spring." His voice trailed off, almost to a whisper.
Then he raised his fist, and his voice. "It was then I vowed my
vengeance! I will kill every Injun I see until I have killed every last
one of them critters, and I've killed a plenty already!" The Black Eagle
clenched both fists and snarled, barking his threats into the night air.
Fitz said nothing, but sat, stirring the venison in the coals.
After a long silence, he pulled a stick from the fire and handed it to
the Black Eagle. He took it, after exchanging a glance with Fitz, then
attacked it hungrily.
Fitz watched him eat. He inhaled large chunks of the meat and
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chewed it roughly. He washed it all down with long drafts of cool,
"You bear these scars from some of your battles with Indians, eh?"
Fitz asked, a reference to the long scar on his cheek and the ten other
stab wounds he found on his body when he took the bullet out.
"Aye." The Black Eagle said, licking the grease from his fingers
loudly. "On the Tuscarora trail, one day, I saw a painted warrior
coming down the trail. He wore a tall, red feather in his hair, and his
body was covered with jewels that I knew he had stolen from some white
trader.
shot, and he leaped up into the air and fell dead. What I did not know
was that he was not alone. Three others jumped out at me. I shot
another, and crushed the skull of another with the but of my rifle. The
last one came out of nowhere. He grabbed me from behind and stabbed me
him back. We fought each other for a long time. We stabbed each other
time after time, until we were so tired from loss of blood, that all we
could do was lay in the blood and glare at each other. Then, after a
I scalped the others and hung their scalps in the bushes on the
He paused, watching the flames rise above the campfire. "The Black
Eagle will get his vengeance." He said, raising his fist to Fitz.
Fitz chewed his venison quietly as The Black Eagle talked. The
next morning, The Black Eagle struggled to his feet with the dawn, and
walked outside to the latrine. The Black Eagle nodded. "I am. Today,
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Fitz said nothing, but boiled some water by the fire for the
Fitz asked, handing a cup of the liquid to his patient. The Black
Eagle stood up straight and looked Fitz directly in the eye. He winced
bellowing the words as if he didn't really want to say them, but because
Fitz shook his hand. "Why did you save me?" The Black Eagle
asked again. "I am not sure." Fitz said. "Surely, I owe no apology
for killing one who would shoot me in the back from afar."
I, too, had once been shot. I was a fugitive when only a boy, and a
bounty hunter put a ball through my lung. And my life was saved by an
Indian brave."
The Black Eagle's face started to turn red, flushing anew with
rage. "Yes, I was saved by an Indian brave, who owed me nothing." Fitz
said, stilling him with a hand on his shoulder. "He would have been
justified in taking my scalp instead of nursing me. The wrongs done him
and his people by the white man would have justified that.
back to health. I was a fugitive then, and had no place to go. I was
was his teachings that kept you alive, for without the knowledge he
The Black Eagle swallowed his coffee, along with his rage. He
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growled. "Your brother would be the one good Injun out there." He
hand again.
They parted company that day, The Black Eagle moving due west from
the campsite. Fitz never saw him again, though he thought of him many
Covington.
Road" well before any of the others from Dufresne Company. Here, he
felt at home and cleansed his soul in the outdoors. He fished for large
trout that leaped the cascades feeding in the Lehigh River. He felt the
cold, yet welcome solitude of the great beech forest, where sunlight
He called the owls from their shadowy retreats in the deep woods.
He could imitate the calls of every game bird he had ever encountered in
the wilderness. Wild turkeys would answer his call, and then fall prey
up from Chester. The crew was to finish the road out of the wilderness
Charley and the men arrived in their birch bark canoes late one
day. There were twenty men in all. They carried with them the tools of
their trade, axes, pickaxes, shovels, long wrecking bars, saws, and
wheels to be used for building wheelbarrows. They had left their oxen
The walk from Chester over wild, uncut forest had been extremely
difficult and much more time consuming than anyone had realized. "I
apologize for being late." Charley said to Fitz when they first met.
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explained. "Besides, some of the men don't move very fast. I can only
hope they dig better than they walk." He laughed, but he had serious
Charley had served as a runner for General Wayne in the Indian War
in the Northwest, and he was used to being able to make his way about
The men were mostly from Ireland, and were hired because they were
Charley found out, good laborers were not necessarily good hikers
through wilderness.
Charley agreed.
Charley directed his men to retrieve the pack animals from the far
shore, and to make camp for the night. In the morning they would finish
the work of clearing a camp site and start building cabins to get
the roadway, using his compass and a sight glass. They tied colorful
ribbons to the branches to mark their way into the dense forest.
to be cut to make the path through the virgin forest. Two man crews
with axes would drop the huge trees while another crew would remove the
limbs.
Still another crew dug six foot deep pits near the campsite, which
were then used to saw logs into boards, one man standing in the pit and
the other on the ground. They used these boards to build their cabins.
Smaller trees were cut deeper in the woods, and dragged to the
road by the oxen. They were cut to the same length as the width of the
road, and were laid end to end over muddy spots, to provide a corduroy
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On Sundays, when they rested, Fitz and Charley liked to roam the
woods to hunt and fish. They shared a love for Indian life. "I was
born in French Canada." Charley told Fitz. "When I was a little boy,
my love for hunting and trapping led me to the Indian wigwam more than
better trapper than my Indian brother. I soon had many rich furs to
sell and made a lot of money. I owned a fine new rifle, and a horse and
saddle. We spent much time hunting in the Wabash country for wild
abilities.
Fitz shared part of his life with Charley one night before the
murdered him, and his slave. I was blamed for that, and for killing
some of the murderers, and a ransome was placed on my head. I ran into
"It must have been lonely for you, living in the cave." Charley
said. "It was." Fitz agreed. "But I was one with the wilderness, and
"I spent years sailing the lakes in French Canada." Charley said,
as they tracked a deer to the top of a rocky ridge. "That was a lonely
life, too, especially for one who loves the forest. We carried furs
Fitz fired one shot, and the deer fell, shot through the heart.
Charley shouldered his rifle and shot another that bolted into the rocky
They carried the deer back to the camp and dressed them out to the
cheers of the laborers. They looked forward to having good food for the
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next week.
Fitz and Charley were both practiced at gathering wild plants and
berries to help feed the crews. Although two laborers were sent into
game and vegetables was important to keeping the crews healthy and
One morning, just after dawn, the men had organized themselves into
another, then another, and another. Fitz took up his rifle and waited,
watching the darkness for movement. Charley stood at the rear of the
party with his long rifle. The men held their axes and waited.
The forest fell eerily silent. Fitz and Charley knew to expect an
attack at any second. They called to the men to duck. Another warhoop
sounded, and an arrow flew, whistling near the men. It struck a tree.
Charley fired his long rifle first. An Indian leaped out of his
hiding place, and fell to the ground. Fitz fired, and another fell.
as they regrouped with the workers, and assessed the damage. Fitz
agreed. "I could not tell how many there were, but I do not think too
"They will go back to the settlement, where they can attack the
farmers who cannot fight back so well." Charley said, laughing. "I
will see what they may have left behind." He walked into the forest.
as he pulled the arrow from his arm. The Irish laborer grimmaced, and
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By the end of the summer, they neared completion of the road back
to town. Fitz and Charley had worked well together. They had no other
Indian attacks, although the marauders did burn two farms in the valley
were they were working. The laborers plodded ahead, slowly cutting and
Inn. He left Charley and the men to finish the last remaining tasks on
the road, and then Charley stayed on to open the logging operation.
Soon, his men would begin felling timbers to be shipped over the new
Fitz neared the settlement at the south end of the Wyoming Valley
on his way to the Black Eagle Inn. Hiking through the steep gorge
through which the narrow trail wended its way, he stopped to watch the
mountain, rising suddenly, flapping their wings only a time or two, then
shoulder, and walked on. A figure he hadn’t seen moved among the rocks
at the top of the slope. Grey fur reflected in the bright sunlight.
The Black Eagle looked down at Fitz and waved an unseen salute in his
direction, then turned and strode silently back into the forest.
Fitz walked steadily along the trail beside the river. He saw
smoke curling into the sky above the cabin near the Black Eagle Inn,
telling him that Regina was there. It was late in the day.
bounded across the floor and jumped into his arms. "Oh, Fitz. Thank God
you are safe." She said. He kissed her warmly on the lips. "I have
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The governor's coach rolled noisily into the wagonyard at The
Black Eagle Inn. The highly polished wagon was dulled by days of heavy
dust from the road. The driver was almost totally encased in dusty mud
It had been very dry during the whole month of June and well into
July. Without rain, the normally full river was but a trickle in a dry
ditch. Every evening, the breezes would stir, the sky would turn black,
and there would be lightning and thunder, but only a very brief storm,
that teased the farmers, and that only succeeded in turning the road
Governor and Lady Jonas Webster stepped from the coach, and
followed the flagstone path toward the main entrance. Regina took the
door from the doorman, and bowed to the governor and his wife.
She then led them to their chambers at the front of the Inn.
jacket. "Please, allow me to have this cleaned for you." Regina said,
"Please, won't you and Captain Fitz join us for dinner, after he
arrives?" Jonas said to Regina who walked toward the door carrying the
jacket. "We would love that." She said, taking the jacket and the
governor's boots, which he had just removed. She placed them in the
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Angelina pulled the shawl tightly across her shoulders and stepped
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down from the tall porch on the front of the frame building. The
clapboards were painted pink, and the curtains inside were lavender.
Hurricane shutters were tightly mounted around each window, and were
painted a shiny black. The main house was huge, and was protected by a
ten foot high brick wall with jagged broken glass embedded in the top.
Dusty, yellow, gravel roads led off into the distance, shaded from
the merciless Equatorial sun. They stretched from the main gate, in
several directions, climbing the steep, green hills, covered with thick,
jungle vegetation. Green tendrils dangled from the trees that covered
Oxen pulled wagons hypnotically down from the sugar fields and
made their way slowly toward the coast. In the harbor, the water was
blue-green, and bubbled, kissed by the sun. White, frothy waves rolled
toward the shore, and dissipated gradually along the clean, white, sandy
shipwrecks. The hot wind blew insistantly, rarely letting up. Any
were blown over, until they nearly touched the ground, and were frozen
burial. The huge pirate died peacefully the previous evening, shortly
after supper.
shaded clearing next to the orchard and looking out over his beloved
ocean.
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was scrupulously groomed, no matter the hour, in spite of the oppressive
heat of summer in the jungle. He was the manager of the plantation that
Skull had hired the previous year. Skull's ways of piracy had long
estate. Angelina had no reason not to trust him to continue now that
Skull was gone. His performance as manager had been above reproach. He
approached her on the porch, putting his arm gently across her
shoulders.
grounds meticulously.
He was a tough taskmaster, who demanded good work from all those
in the employ of Skull and Angelina. Those who did not perform well
the workers, who also were well-fed, and cared for, provided they
performed as expected.
watch over things for me." Pedro bowed, kissed her hand, and walked to
labored, shoveling manure from under the pigs. He wore a black, hooded
sun, which, unhappily for him, seemed naturally attracted to his oily,
grey skin.
through the mud to the other side of the pen where he dumped it into a
wagon. He looked toward the porch of the main house, squinting his
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Cyrus cackled softly as he worked this day. With the news of
Skull's death, after waiting all these many years for his revenge, he
That evening, well after sundown, he stole into the main house,
being careful to avoid being seen by the many houseservants coming and
He slipped into the library, hiding behind the curtains for a few
minutes when two maids walked by. Quickly, he took down a picture from
the wall, and removed a bundle of bills, which he stuffed into his shirt
pocket.
He pulled the black hood over his face, tying it tightly, and
barn.
who caused no trouble, and who did as he was told, Cyrus had been
allowed by his keepers to wander the rest of the barnyard for an hour in
their places, well away from the main house. However, from here he was
able to watch the main house. He spent many nights watching Skull hide
money and jewels, memorizing the route of the guard dogs, and plotting
After the guards and dogs had passed, he ran across the open
courtyard, giggling out loud, unable to contain his glee. Two housemaids
wearing clean and brightly colored clothes walked by his hiding place
seconds after he made his dash. "What is that horrible smell?" One asked
the other in Spanish. "I don't know. It smells like pig manure, but
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worse." They checked the bottoms of their shoes, then continued on
Cyrus took the money from his shirt, and counted it lying on his
bed next to the pig pen. Into the night, he played with it, throwing the
bills into the air, then gleefully picking them up again from the floor,
lye soap into the water, and, holding his nose, climbed in after it.
He bathed himself, and his clothes, knowing that the smell of his
pig pen could disclose his hiding place and put an early end to his
long-awaited journey.
In the early hours of the morning, he left his pig pen for the
last time. He followed the dry, dusty road to the harbor, ducking into
would pass.
arrived the day before from Georgia. He overheard the captain, Lemuel
Libby, talking with Pedro Santana, and knew it would be sailing at dawn
for its return to Georgia. He had fantasized for many years about the
He climbed the thick hawsers, dangling upside down over the putrid
water at the landing, pushing two rats who were stymied by the rat
guards into the sea. Then he dragged himself over the rat guard, and
under a life boat on the forecastle. He made fast and awaited the
beginning of his long journey. The weather was fair and clear on the
By the evening of the third day, the schooner ran into the first
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of several gales, the first that Cyrus had ever encountered at sea.
During one long period, she ran two days with reefed sails before the
high winds, and the heavy seas pounded the vessel as it rolled and
The deck cargo shifted time and again, forcing the poor,
bedraggled, and drenched sailors out to try to make the cargo fast
again. Heavy waves broke over the vessel and ruined barrels of bread
times, as he lay wretching beneath the lifeboat, the sailors were within
out from under the life boat and shimmied down the hawser. He lost his
grip, trying to squirm over the rat guard, and tumbled, head first into
the putrid depths of the harbor, landing precisely where all the
that was tied to the slippery, black pilings, and dragged himself onto
tavern at the head of the wharf. Then he patted the money in his shirt
for good luck, and set off to locate the trail to Pennsylvania.
Massachusetts Colony was tied alongside the ATTICUS, and was sailing in
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Pennsylvania. One bout with seasickness was enough for him.
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The jaunting car came to a stop in the gravel area south of the
common in West Chester. Cyrus, wearing a new beaver coat and racoon hat
with a long tail, swung his legs from the seat, stepped onto the stairs
steps of the courthouse. It was a warm, fall day, and Cyrus perspired
left and returned quickly with an envelope. He nodded his head, and
Cyrus stood, open-mouthed for a few seconds, then asked to see the
affirmatively.
Cyrus threw the envelope down on the hard counter, turned on his
heel and left, slamming the large wooden door behind him. He marched
suddenly pensive as he neared his jousting car. "We shall see how
free!" He said to his driver, who had no idea what he was talking
about. "Drive on!" He shouted to the driver, who shrugged, and cracked
his whip over the horse. It quickly started, bouncing the car across
rode. "A bullet could put an end to his ill-gotten prize." He mumbled.
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Then he raised his finger toward the heavens, congratulating himself on
having such a good idea. He giggled. His head tilted back and he
******
Fitz stood at the south end of the meadow, talking with two
the livery stable. It was late in the day, and the drovers had just
arrived with horses they picked up in trade at Rose Point, which was
Fitz walked back to the Inn, crossing the dusty cattle lot. As he
walked, he surveyed the Tavern, now enlarged by yet another wing, and
He smiled, thinking how much he loved Regina, and how proud he was
for her to have realized her dream. He knew how much it meant to her to
He climbed the stairs and entered the Inn. Guests were already
seated in the dining room. Regina came to him as soon as he entered the
lobby. "Fitz." She said, as she neared his side. Behind her by a few
He was tall, and stood very erect. His hair was brown, and thick and
curly. His soft brown eyes had a sparkle in them, and his broad, thick
quietly. She looked at Fitz for a long moment, watching his face as he
looked at the young man for the first time. Fitz' reaction was
enunciating the words carefully. Fitz did a double take. His eyes
opened for an instant, then he lowered his penetrating gaze and cleared
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"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir." The young man
said, pronouncing the words with a rather severe British accent. "And
Fitz smiled, wiping away a tear from the corner of his right eye.
"Oh, excuse me. It's a bit dusty outside." He said. He could not help
staring at the young man, his and Katie's son. How much he saw of
"A, a wonderful man he is." Fitz said, proudly. "We have known
him for years." The younger man smiled. "I have been most favorably
waving with her hand toward the dining room. "No, thank you." He
replied. "I believe I shall retire to my room for a bit. I will return
"Not at all." Regina said. "I will call for someone to help you
with your bags." Edward Braddock smiled, and bowed his head. He left
the room.
Fitz watched him walk toward the stairway. He ducked his head to
get through the doorway. Fitz turned and looked at Regina, who smiled.
*****
The band played gaily from the gazebo at the northern end of the
grassy common. Several cows and sheep grazed unconcerned among the
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people gathered around the courthouse. Men wore white suits against the
Children and dogs played and rollicked in the thick grass. On the
together, looking out over the expanse of the common. One of the men
was Nemacolin. Next to him stood Captain Fitz. A second Indian, and a
Most of the men wore some part of a Colonial Army uniform, with
the exception of Fitz and Nemacolin, who both wore painted buckskin.
The men stood proudly, and came to abrupt attention as Governor Jonas
speak.
Shoulder to shoulder stood the white man, the negro, and the
should hesitate for a moment from giving all credit for their
services. Many of these men may have been poor, perhaps rough,
homespun men, but the results of their lives show that it is true
that out of the roughest workshops of the world came the finest
stood riveted by the words of the governor, Cyrus slipped from the rear
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of the blacksmith's shop at the edge of the common.
and a black hat with a drooping brim pulled down over his ears, he
inched his way toward the steps of the courthouse, protected by two men
Fitz stood gazing out over the crowd, and glanced up, suddenly
recognizing Cyrus, by then only a few paces away, his unseen arm
outstretched under the cape, and his pistol pointed directly at Fitz'
heart.
Fitz ducked, but too late. A puff of smoke billowed from the
cape, and a loud crack startled the celebration into stunned silence,
his hunting knife from its sheath, and threw it at Cyrus, who suddenly
stood alone, as people ducked to the ground to get away from the
shooting.
The blade of the knife entered his chest with a heavy thud. Cyrus
dropped the gun, groaned, spun around in two tiny circles, then fell,
forever still. Two black dogs appeared from the crowd, growling and
Fitz slumped to the stairs slowly, his jacket stained with blood.
Nemacolin and the others quickly came to his aid. Regina and Molly
Webster pushed their way through the crowd and knelt close to him.
younger men in the crowd. Neither made it to the cover of the dark
forest. Both were quickly returned to the jail behind the courthouse.
Regina knelt beside Fitz, kissing him warmly and tearfully on his
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Fitz onto it. "Take him to my office." The doctor said, recruiting
voice. She squeezed his hand tightly. The stretcher bearers lifted him
Regina ran beside the wagon, continuing to hold his hand. His
grey hair was being tousled by the wind, and his brown eyes met hers for
an instant. His breathing was hesitant and steady but pain showed on
front door, and held it open for the stretcher. The door blew closed
behind him.
On the village green, the crowd stood silent for several minutes,
common from the courthouse steps, remembering Fitz on the day of his
trial, being led in chains inside the building. Slowly he turned, and
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