“Go Abigail go! Ride, ride, ride!” The others were not far ahead kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust covering some of our trail. I looked back and watched the infantry disappear behind the hill and trees. The Confederate Cavalry would not be far behind so I turned away and did not look back. Abigail rode faster than she had ever done before and as the trail passed before us she showed no sign of tiring. The trees began to thicken up providing some comfort in its protection and in the distance, I could see the black of a cannon facing us and a wagon train with Infantry of the Ohio Forty Fourth running slowly next to it. Captain Massengill was pulled off the side of the trail with pistol in hand nodding at each of the men as they rode past.
“Are you alright son?” Captain Massengill asked Pr
