Chapter 101

My bruises were healing, which was both good and bad. I wanted them gone. Bacon wanted them apparent to the naked eye in the event we ended up in court defending my freedom and my life. I spent the time working in my fields in between summonses from Bacon.

When a message came from Bacon by means of the carrier pigeon link I had with Gideon telling me to be at the county courthouse on Friday morning, he cautioned me that we still had no clear idea of how the wind was blowing. I took time to notice that date would fall on thirteenth of May. Friday the thirteenth is held in great suspicion by the Americans. And while I held no such fear of a specific date, this one could well portend disaster.