Alabama Highway

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Trees, killed and cut, lined both sides of the road.  The road, as far as Stomping Beaver knew, hadn’t been there a week ago.  The white army might as well have posted a sign mentioning their intent.

“They move fast.”  His teenage son tossed a few twigs.

“Faster now they’ve built this road.”  Stomping Beaver removed his shoulder bag and tucked it beneath one of the felled logs.  “Stay here.  Have my food – this bag will only slow me down.”

He’d be too late.  The road was several days old, and the fort was only two days march away.

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This was written for the February 7th Carrot Ranch Prompt, signs.  I’m giving away that I’ll be reviewing some history books soon – last night I finished reading about the Creek Wars, which were a subset of wars in the War of 1812.  This tale was a fictional figment inspired by what I read.  

Bonus points to anyone that figures out who’s the subject of the biography I’m reading!