“You all ain"t welcome here no more.” Malcolm Phillips"s anger pushed him back to his younger days before his schooling and entry into the ownership class. His wainwright shop had prospered enough that he had purchased a slave to help him with the heavy lifting, gardening, haying, and caring for the milk cow and chickens his wife had insisted upon acquiring.
“The great state of Texas has seceded. We are at Wah!”
Kasper and Gerde were shaken. This was their home. Their livelihood was here. Surely, this man had to be mistaken. It was the beginning of April and the prairie was filled with green waving grass again. Gerde"s garden was planted and completely protected from the rabbits, occasional stray chicken, or any other four or two legged marauder.
“If you haven"t pulled out of here in th
