The guns fall silent. All of a sudden my arm is grasped and I am pulled to my knees....

The guns fall silent. All of a sudden my arm is grasped and I am pulled to my knees.... we were on our way to a new, yet foreign life...
where the lack of understanding causes other people so different to fight like the devils in hell...
Dangers of the Wilderness, New York, 1755 




Stories And Imaginings For The Reading Spot

 by 

JD Holiday

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