When I first met Rob Johnson, I didn’t like him. He had just made corporal and did the sergeant’s bidding, which included robbing me of my deer meat. Ain’t nothing wrong with a man trying to keep from starving. Rob said the Yanks could have heard my shot, but I knew there wasn’t nobody up […]
I grew up rough and survived by learning to take advantage of every situation. I was no patriot and found many ways to benefit from the chaos of war. When I joined Orrick’s Rebel Rangers as a scout, I found I had opportunities for profit. Many people had too much in life and I had […]
I come from a Quaker family and my father has pointed out repeatedly that Rob Johnson is not of our persuasion. He’s only hired help, working with us to conduct slaves to safety on the Underground Railroad. I was attracted to Rob the moment we met. He wore a fine tailored suit and looked handsome, […]
I come from a family of thieves and bushwhackers in the Shenandoah Valley. When I first met Rob Johnson, he was a good-looking young soldier. He was a sweet boy who helped to protect me and my grandparents and said he loved me. Later, he became hard and cold. I know he never believed my […]
I remember Rob Johnson as a scruffy boy from a rocky hill farm. Since I was a few years older, I ignored him and flirted with his big brother, Billy. When Billy and the other men left for the war, I fancied myself a Rebel spy and used Rob to carry messages into town. He […]
