Dawn
I hate this. I hate the room they"ve put us in. I hate the way the boat rocks. Back and forth, back and forth until I feel like I need to puke. I hate the creepy captain who lets us out whenever his men have gone to shore. It"s all shite. We stop often to make deliveries at the tiny farming villages along the river. They"re nothing more than ramshackle huts grouped together on the edge of a field.
Allison tells us we"re on the Mississippi river and only have one more Texan checkpoint between us and the rebels.
We"re tied up on the river bank when they come.
The captain"s men are on shore picking up merchandise so Gabby, Drew, and I are on deck. I see it first. A truck is driving straight towards us and they"ll be here in no time. I immediately duck down behind the railing and drag
