With a short kick the mare clopped out of the shed and when clear if the door Abbigale loosened the rains, leaded forward, the kick hard. "YAW" The horse  was well trained and in no time was at a full gallop. She looked beside her to find William had caught up with her. Abbigail slowed when she came up to a farm house with men clothes hanging on a line. She did not see anyone, she approached the clothes and while seated on the horse she pulled down a pair of had spun work trousers, a hand spun tan shirt, suspenders hung from a stump, and a black knitted skull cap. A basket of picked vegetables she snatched up just as the front door opened. In a flash into the sun Abbigail had the mare in a dead run from the side of the house.