I first met Dan Fields on a freezing winter night. His huge black dog had me pinned down so that I couldn’t run like my two friends had done. My gimpy leg and empty belly put me at a disadvantage and I was caught trying to drag off a sack of food. I know now […]
I took one look at Dan and knew he was a Fields. I also sensed he had something to hide, but most of the Fields clan do. It’s strange how sharp your senses get when you’re close to death. My body was riddled with cancer and I had little time left. As it turned out, […]
From the time I was a little girl I could work magic. The “knowing” came down to me from my mother’s people all the way back through our Scotts ancestors. I already knew the herbs and roots needed for simple remedies and spells, but my Aunt Minna showed me the powerful ones, like witch hazel, […]
When I first saw Dan Fields in Shepherdstown, he was wearing a worn dirty CSA uniform and looked starved. Waiting at the end of our mess line, he stood out from the other men. I understood why he’d gravitated to our reenactor encampment. We wore the uniforms of the 12th Virginia Infantry, CSA and we had […]
