A New LifeChapter 2
September 17, 1847 "Stand and deliver!" I heard again. This didn't mean anything to me but Claire and Elizabeth reacted to it with squeals of fright. There standing in front of the wagon was a man in a mask holding a pistol, and from behind I heard someone or ones approaching. By now, of course, I had figured out we were being robbed. This time having a quick draw wasn't going to help me. Especially when the first thing they did was take my pistol from my holster. The man behind didn't...