Isaac Post, 1843

They say you changed, you defected--- joining the ranks of the county’s Anti-Slavery Society. But you stood tall, as your name suggests, committed to your conviction, regardless of any whipping words, at least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. Indeed, there were others before and after, and there will continue to be others, as has …

Cross Lake

Jack didn’t know where Billy was leading him, but had promised not to ask questions. They were deep in the woods now, off the hard road north of town. The falling snow covered the ground. “It’s only a little farther,” Billy said. When he finally stopped, Billy knelt beside a lump in the snow and …