The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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dress?” he finally asked.
“Why I caught it on the iron swing-arm by the
fireplace,” she said, slowly backing away. “That is
all.”
The soldier shook his head. “Ma’am, we
tracked them to the path leading toward your house.”
He pointed at a short wiry soldier. “Jeb over there was
a tracker during the French and Indian War. Learned
how to trail people from the Mohawks.”
“Well, there’s nobody here,” she pled. “I’m
sorry.”
“If they are not already here,” he said, shaking
his head, “they’ll be on their way soon. These are very
dangerous men.”
“Dangerous to you militia.” She admonished
him. “You should get going now.”
“Mind if we take a look around?”
“I’ll not have colonial militia rummaging
through my house.”
“We’ll be very careful,” he said softly. “My
name is Thomas, and I’ll make sure that my men stay
in line.”
She looked him over carefully. “Please make
it quick,” she said after a moment. “And tell your men
not to take any of my possessions. We do not have
much.”
***
Sarah watched him approach the other soldiers.
They were whispering and scanning the property as
she went to fetch her bucket. A couple of them seemed
alarmed. Some of the militia unslung their rifles, while
Thomas and Jeb removed a shiny Cutlass from a