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Chapter 12 of the book She Walks In Beauty
An interrupted breakfast.
"Surprise!" by Ben Colder

Two look alike brothers are wanted by the Union Army.

Lord Byron:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent![1]

The chapter is written at 7-8 th grade level with 70% reading ability.

Henry Watkins remarked, "I take it you men are Mosby Rangers."

A sharp reply, "No sir, we ride with McNeill and proud of it. Back in February, General Lee said some very nice words about us when we captured a well-guarded supply train. That's when we met your brother and his bunch after they captured two peddler wagons. He gave us several sacks of beans and lots of coffee."

The conversation rested leaving several questions unanswered. The men were McNeill scouts but why were they in Poor Man's Valley? No reports of Federal movements within twenty miles however, Judith Langston's boarding house revealed a different story.

Maddox and two companions somehow had managed to occupy rooms with only a few people's knowledge, and one of them was an informer.

Before noon the rain stopped, the eastern skies revealed a touch of blue struggling to peep through dark grey clouds. The once small streams trickling from hidden sprigs somewhere in the hills now ran swiftly down the mountainside.

The water-soaked farmland told the need of sunlight. The barn occupants were gone leaving the Watkins family with mixed emotions. The war was closer than ever.

Mildred tried hard not to show fear. She knew it was a matter of time before the Union would arrest her husband.

Though the rain had hindered many chores, the need to repair the roof was vital. The leak in Trooper's bedroom did more than wet things. The ceiling needed replaced requiring time and material.

Rags, an old blue tick hound frantically barked at Tommy Ledbetter as he tied his horse to a porch post.

He shouted, "Shut up dog, I ain't no Yankee!"

Trooper Watkins walked out of the house giggling, "He thinks you are. I bet you had to swim your horse across the creek to get here."

Tommy ignored the remark and asked if her father was home. He stated they had cattle stranded on a knoll across the creek and some belonged to them.

Trooper pointed toward the barn. "He's in the barn getting things ready to fix the roof."

As Tommy and Henry rode to rescue the cattle, ninety-two miles northeast, Thomas Watkins and Will Anderson were parting company. Anderson rode toward Romney as Thomas rode south to the family farm.

At the Langston boarding house, Union Provost Marshall, Captain J.D. Maddox and his companions were making plans to capture Henry however, with high water still an issue, the ploy needed to wait a few more days.

Outside the little village of Carter Town, the Glass residence had received good news. After a delay of delivering two babies and giving aid to a bruised leg, Dr. Glass was home enjoying peacefulness but not for long.

The raging war continued, and many innocent people were feeling the results from both sides.

Deserters along with normal mischief-makers were like scavengers waiting for the right opportunity.

Thomas stopped to rest his mount at the Perkins farm thirteen miles from Judith Langston's boarding house.

Turner Perkins told how Judith's youngest son overheard a Yankee officer and another man making plans to arrest Henry.

Thomas asked," How many blue coats are there?"

Turner replied, "Three is all the boy said."

Thomas made sure both of his pistols were loaded as Turner replied, "You're not going in there, alone are you?"

A total silence hung over the entire area as Thomas guided his horse away from the Perkins farm.

Turner growled to his wife, "Dang fool, he's going to get himself killed, I wished I would have kept my mouth shut."

The valley was covered with uprooted trees and no existence in some places. A back trail running along the base of Taylor Mountain and ending near the Langston's back pasture placed Thomas in view of his approach.

Breakfast time inside the boarding house and every guest were seated at the table.

Entering the structure through the back-entrance, Thomas stopped at the kitchen door. He ordered a worker to fetch a long rope and bring it to him when he needed it.

Fearfully, the worker agreed.

Thomas asked, are those Yanks eating breakfast?"

The worker responded," Yass Sur!"

Seconds later, two pistols cocked into the firing position as Thomas entered the dining room.

The book continues with Continue- Surprise!. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

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The story thickens as we ride together through American History. Tell your friends if you like the story. Tell me if you don't
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