Rebel 1777Chapter 36 Apprenticed
"Hey," a small woman called to me as I rode through town. "Hey, you big, dirty farmer," she yelled and waved. She stood on the porch of a general store with a package in her hands, and she was the brightest thing in sight with a purple dress and a fringed, red shawl. Her dark hair was arranged in long ringlets and her face was bright with rouge or excitement, perhaps a bit of both. I reined up, got down and walked across the street trying to figure out who she was. "You don' remember...