7
WORKING OUTSIDE OF NEW ORLEANS
In leaving New Orleans, I chose circuitous routes.
I journeyed along hidden pathways under the darkness of night while retrieving from memory the location of nearly-forgotten trails discovered during my early years, the sort of thoroughfares known only to the young and carefree. I began to breathe easier as I trekked north and west, putting greater distance between myself and the new Yankee residents of New Orleans. It also felt pleasing to know I left behind scores of K.G.C. thugs who crept amidst the cracks, crevices, and alleyways of the Crescent City.
To hell with them all. The job of retracing my original tracks back to Caddo Gap and General Albert Pike lay upon me.
The Ouachita Mountains of southwest Arkansas somehow seemed a welcoming site after
