The Immortal American

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  Nearly out of my mind with wandering through the house without a soul to occupy it for almost an hour, it was 2:30 in the morning, when I heard the clop-clop-clop-clop of Cherry and raced to the kitchen window. The full moon was so bright I could easily see Mathew trot up our drive. Tearing from the kitchen, I waved as I raced through the porch. I had decided since the Regular Army were coming, to wear a dress, which meant running to my husband was troublesome around all my skirts, and I almost laughed at how ridiculous I felt.

  Perhaps the Regulars changed their minds. Mayhap, I thought on a giggle, they turned around, thinking what lunacy and barbaric acts it was to search through men’s houses and barns, forsaking that man’s right to privacy, for the sake of keeping the peace. I couldn’t read Mathew’s shadowed face and held Cherry’s reins before Mathew said, “We are to regroup if given word that the Regulars are on their way. Some of the others are at the Barrett’s farm to make travel plans with a left over cannon and arms, but since I have a new wife, I was told I can be back in my bed with . . . said wife.”

  At that I did chuckle.