Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:55:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ef/PhiladelCampaignHessianMap.jpg/706px-PhiladelCampaignHessianMap.jpg)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">May 1778.</span></strong><br><br>Philadelphia had been occupied since September of last year by British forces under General Sir William Howe. <br><br>General Sir Henry Clinton, replacing Howe following the Saratoga campaign, had of late received visitors from the coast, concerned about New York City's vulnerability to the French navy that had newly entered the war for America's future...<br><br>...</div><br>Martin Henderson patted down his blonde ponytail as he crossed the cobbled street towards the riverbank, towards his employer's warehouse. It was a good hour before the curfew, but the day's shadows were already lengthening as the boy knocked on the door. <br><br>At seventeen years old, he looked a little younger, not helped by a hairless chin and small, slender build. <br><br>His mother had made him promise not to run off to join Washington's army, not to have to lose him as she had his father. She had died last winter, but he had kept his word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:13:33</strong>
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				The hour was becoming late and Nathaniel 'Nate' Crowl found himself trying to collect everything that he thought he could possibly need.&nbsp; He had made his mind up and he would be leaving the city.&nbsp; He had spent a little over the last 6 months being ridiculed by his fellow Patriots but this would all be for nothing if he did not act now.&nbsp; <br><br>Earlier he had sent for his clerk Martin, who he believed he could trust and that the promise he had made to Martin's mother to look after him following her death he had no choice but to take him with him, <br><br>Nate paced the floor of his warehouse trying to take in all working out the plan in his head of how he would get himself and Martin out of the Philadelphia.&nbsp; <br><br>He heard the knock on the door and made his way to it, it was not yet past the curfuw and he opened the door and then for a split second an almost impossible idea came over him <br><br>'Martin, my boy you came.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:35:08</strong>
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				"Of course, sir," Martin nodded as he stepped inside. "And..." He paused as he looked around the warehouse, then back at the older man. <br><br>"It looks to me like you might be going somewhere?" It was more a question than an observation, as travel was strictly controlled and as Mr. Crowl's clerk he would have expected days' warning of a buying trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:48:29</strong>
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				'We my boy are going on a little trip,' Nate answered moving to the back of the warehouse, 'and we are leaving tonight.'.<br><br>Nate looked within a trunk that was situated close to his counting desk where Martin worked.&nbsp; Reaching inside he took out a womens dress.&nbsp; Twisting and turning he looked at Martin holding up the dress. <br><br>'Yes, yes this will do indeed.&nbsp; I think boy that I might just have the answer to the problem.'<br><br>He looked past the dress at his young clerk hoping not to have worried him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:54:42</strong>
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				"We? <em>We</em> are?" the boy echoed, confusion plain on his young face. <br><br>"Wherever are we going and... what will do?" he asked, puzzled by his employer's activities, looking questioningly at the lady's dress he held.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:14:02</strong>
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				'Curfew, is a short time away but we do have one last errand to run tonight....' Nate tailed off still holding the dress in his hands, and began to shake his head.&nbsp; He took the dress and turned and placed it across the top of the trunk.&nbsp; <br><br>'We are all but packed and have to leave to get out of the city before it is to late.'&nbsp; He did not want to give away anymore than Martin needed to know at this moment in time.&nbsp; Not that he didn't trust him but the less said the more likely his plans would not be uncovered.&nbsp; <br><br>'Do you still have the gate pass?&nbsp; The one that was signed by General Howe.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:24:46</strong>
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				"'Course, sir," Martin said with a slight nod, patting the leather satchel slung over his shoulder. "Though I am surprised as General Clinton hasn't bothered to revoke them." <br><br>He looked at the dress again, bemused. It was surely a pretty thing, pale blue silk, the sort of thing Mr. Crowl's well-to-do nieces might wear. Were they perhaps t visit them, he wondered. Best he comb his hair, then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:30:19</strong>
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				'Good, it's a risk a very big risk if it is questioned but maybe it might just work.'&nbsp; <br><br>Nate was horribly almost sick with worry. The pass could be question because it had been signed by the previous commander and why did they not have one from the current commander.&nbsp; If this was so then they could be searched and that would lead to the discovery of what they were carrying.&nbsp; <br><br>'Are you ready then Martin, the carridge is packed please bring the trunk.' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 00:35:57</strong>
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				"Aye, sir," Martin said, closing the trunk with one last look at the dress, lifting it by its side handles and walking after Mr. Crowl. <br><br>"Do we go to your sister's?" he asked as he hefted the trunk, wondering what else might be inside it, but more thinking of Crowl's comely and marriageable niece Amelia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 07:30:14</strong>
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				'We go where out country needs us, boy.' <br><br>Nate turned back to make sure that Martin was following correctly.&nbsp; <br><br>'Oh wait, wait the dress, bring the dress to.'&nbsp; He turned on his heels knowing time was short and before long the patrols of Redcoats would be about and then there would be no chance of escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 12:25:22</strong>
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				"Uh, of course sir." He stopped and set the trunk down, and ensured the dress was safely in place at the top before closing it again and continuing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:52:07</strong>
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				Nat watched and made his way back to the carridge, climbing aboard and watching young Martin placing the trunk onto the back.<br><br>'Now when we get near any of these British lobsters, you just leave the talking to me boy.&nbsp; This is going to be tricky enough as it is.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 03:02:25</strong>
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				Martin lashed the trunk securely in place at the back of the carriage. <br><br>"Aye, sir," he said quietly as he buckled the last strap. With that, he joined his master at the front, retrieving the letter of passage to hand to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 17:30:21</strong>
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				'Thank you, boy.&nbsp; Now lets pray that we make it through the checkpoint at the citys outer reaches.'<br><br>Nate hoped and prayed now that his plan would work and that they were not uncovered.&nbsp; He thought it unfair that he had already made Martin part of this but could not break his promise to Martin's mother and with that notion he had come with him.<br><br>Nate whipped down the reins against the horses as they slowly began to move and make there way to the checkpoint. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 20:09:42</strong>
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				Martin leaned forwards as he sat. He could tell Mr. Crowl was on edge and this worry passed to him in turn. Clearly something was sorely amiss for them to be abroad at this hour of the night. <br><br>Equally though, the pretty dress he had seen and briefly touched must mean a trip to the presence of a lady, and perhaps his employer's comely and moneyed nieces, the finest prospect for marriage Martin could think of. Best he mind his manners, he thought as the carriage neared to walls of the garrison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:08:33</strong>
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				As they approached the checkpoint Nate thought on how he had to make sure that they got through and that the last few months would of all been for nothing if they did not make it through.&nbsp; <br><br>The ridicule at times he had suffered from fellow Patriots almost made Nate give up his quest in gathering the information about the British Army but he had continued knowing that all hopefully will be revealed and that he did his bit for the revolution.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled on the reins pulling the horses to a stop.&nbsp; <br><br>'I have a pass,' he said to the guard on duty.&nbsp; 'Boy?'&nbsp; He turned to Martin awaiting for his instant action on his command. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:42:47</strong>
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				"Sir." Martin withdrew the pass and handed it to his master so that the Redcoats could inspect it. He dared not look the soldiers in the eye himself. <br><br>He knew he was of an age that he should be on the battlefield, though he was of slim build and small stature, and had no wish to be suspected of being too brave for their liking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:47:12</strong>
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				Nate took the pass from Martin and handed it to the soldier.&nbsp; He waited for what seemed like an eternity before the soldier handed him it back unquestioning the fact that it was signed by the previous commander of Philadelphia.&nbsp; <br><br>On taking the pass back and watching as the soldier waved for them to move on, he slowly as if a great weight had already been lifted off his soldiers nudged the horses forward and felt the wheels of the cart begin to move. <br><br>He spoke almost silently under his breath, 'thank god.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:29:51</strong>
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				Martin felt his gut knotting as they waited, in total silence apart from the slow creak of the harness and trap and the breathing of the horses, which covered the sound of his own panicked breaths. <br><br>He still, somehow, managed not to let out an audible sigh of relief as they were waved through.<br><br>"Where to now, sir?" he asked once they were out of earshot, beyond the stockade and on their way out into the fields and open country surrounding the port.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:45:43</strong>
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				We my boy, are off to Valley Forge to meet the American Army'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 01:23:57</strong>
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				"We are, sir?" Martin asked, startled. "Whyever for? I cannot join up, much as I might wish to. A promise is a promise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:23:23</strong>
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				'No, no, no you are not to join up! We are going to....'<br><br>Nate turned&nbsp; his head to make sure they were not being followed before he continued to speak.<br><br>'We are going to give the information to the American Generals about the supplies I have sold to the British army.&nbsp; Believe it or not the rumours are rife that they are about to be on the move, and the goods that they have bought from me also suggests the same.'&nbsp; <br><br>Nate stopped and breathed for a second feeling so much better that he had finally told someone of his plans and that he had been secreatly collecting information on the British.<br><br>'So we my boy are going to do our bit for American Independance with out you having to join up!'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:28:38</strong>
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				"So the rumours speak true, and we are to assist?" Martin smiled brightly. "It gladdens me to hear, sir. I never could accept the talk that you were a coward. An' God willing you can return to Philadelphia head held high."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 20:56:04</strong>
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				'That my boy is a very very hopeful thing.'&nbsp; Nate knew if he could do that one thing that Martin just suggested and walk back into Philadephia with his head high then business would boom indead he would die a very rich man.&nbsp; <br><br>So now as they continued to work there way down the path to where the American army had spent the winter months Valley Forge he was starting to put his eggs into the one basket and hoping it was the right one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:29:15</strong>
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				Martin huddled under a blanket, raising it over his head like a shawl to keep the worst of the rain off as he held the reins in his other hand. <br><br>"Will it be long, sir?" he asked as the rain eased off and he dropped the blanket to the seat behind him, shaking the moisture out of his fair hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 11:44:04</strong>
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				'We shall arrive in a few hours Martin, the army have not stayed far away.&nbsp; Valley Forge is but 20 miles from Philadephia.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 16:37:12</strong>
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				"We shall be there afore sunrise then." The boy relaxed visibly, letting his tense shoulders slip down, as he looked out at the empty road ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 08:33:17</strong>
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				'Yes we will.'&nbsp; With that Nate's thoughts turned to the road hoping that there would be no patrols out on the road and that they had now evaded all danager.&nbsp; Flicking at the reins to give the horses a little more encouragement to go that bit faster leading towards the American army and secure delivery of the information that he carried. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:31:39</strong>
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				Martin leaned back, rubbing his eyes as he felt them grow heavy and dry. It was not yet even midnight, hours to dawn, but despite his tiredness he knew he could never sleep, not sitting up on a coach and not with the knowledge he now bore.<br><br>And so they rode on...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 22:08:13</strong>
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				Nate was now quiet with his thoughts as they rode through the night.&nbsp; A few times he felt his eyes almost shut as tiredness seemed to begin to catch up with him.<br><br>The tiredness made him squint into the distance not knowing whether he saw correctly or not.<br><br>'Boy, are those coats blue, I do hope their blue, we must of passed all the redcoats.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:34:34</strong>
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				"In... in truth I cannot tell, sir." Martin shook off his tiredness, blinked... tensed up. "Best we let them draw the closer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 20:58:10</strong>
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				Nate thought on for a second his heart was in his mouth he did not know what to do<br><br>'I.....I...I..I..I.I..' Nate was unsure of what to do for a second it all seemed like this was not a bright idea. <br><br>'Think we will not raise suspision on ourselves.'&nbsp; With that Nate kicked the horses on and led them towards the soldiers who he did not know at the moment whether they were friend or foe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 04:20:25</strong>
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				"A-absolutely, sir." Martin's hand hovered near the sheath for the knife on his belt... very aware that he lacked a stone to throw at one of the nearing soldiers, let alone a pistol or rifle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chesh</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:07:28</strong>
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				Nate took it slow and let the horses walk on until he noticed the pale blueness and for a second he thought it was the British Hessian allies until he relised that they were almost upon Valley Forge and it must just be well worn American uniforms...<br><br>He sighed..'We're safe'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anything For The Revolution (Chesh and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:40:48</strong>
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				"I shall feel safe once we are inside the fence of the fort... no earlier." Martin watched the men approaching.<br><br>He squinted at the skyline. In the east, the black of the night was lightening to blue, dawn was not far off now. His duty was all but done.
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