Chapter Six
Max strolled down the street, having left the ladies at the millinery shop in search of the perfect bonnet for traveling to Paris in. With the letters posted and the women engaged as they were, he was certain to have several hours of free time to himself. The sidewalk outside of The Palace Bar was more crowded than usual. A loud yell of celebration rose up from the masses.
“We’re out! We’ve joined the Confederacy!” were the first discernible words he could gather from the crowd. The shouts quickened his steps, “Long live Jeff Davis!” By the time he reached the opposite side of the street, Max had pulled from his pocket two pennies for the newspaper. He soon looked at his own copy, stunned. The doctor had warned him. A rider raced by, shooting his pistol high into the air. “We
