“There it is, Rita. War has been declared between the Union and Secessionists.” Red tossed the paper over the entries she had been making.
Margareatha stared at the words marching across the front page of the St. Louis Dispatch and looked up at Red. “How will that affect us?”
“For one thing, the armies are going to want the grain. They"ll fight over it. The Union isn"t about to let a kernel of it go south. We need to change our base of operations.”
“But where will you find that amount of grain?”
“In California or up in Oregon. I"m relocating to Carson City, Nevada and spreading out from there. They"ve found gold and silver in Nevada. The Union will not let that go to the South either, but their control will be weak. Anywhere there is gold there is money to be made—lots of it.”
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