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Rodney rode into town and stopped at the nearest square. Lately the town mayor, Gerald Myacker, had closed some of the stores in town because they were not producing enough profit. The darkened windows stood out from the candle-lit ones. It was late at night, well past Rodney's curfew, and a few of the shopkeepers were closing up their shop. He heard a horse's hooves clopping on the cobblestone path behind him. He turned back to see Jonah on a white horse. Frightened that he would bring him back home, he made his horse go faster. "Wait!", Jonah said from behind."I have news from Mae Thompson. She said somethin' about Dante." Rodney halted to a stop, and turned around.
"What news?", he asked. "Dante only has 'bout five days left until..." ,he trailed off. "Until what?", Rodney snapped back. Then he realized what Jonah meant. And by this time Jonah had dissapeared from sight, leaving the cobblestone street of Rose Avenue empty. Empty except for Rodney.
He knew what he had to do. He knew what he needed to get. The only thing he didn't know, is where. With a whinny from his horse, he rode over to the last store with a lit candle outside. He read the sign. "Rachael's Thread and Fabric". Great, no use. He saw an elderly woman inside knitting. He was cold, with only a white cotton shirt on. That and a pair of trousers given to him by his great aunt. He walked in and greeted the woman with a smile. He sat down in a chair exactly like the one in his own parlor. "Hello." , said the woman. He voice was kind and gentile, it reminded him of his own grandmother."Good evening." He replied. "You look anxious. Whats wrong child?", the woman asked with concern. "My friend back home, he's really sick. He's a... slave." "Child, I have respect for slaves, know why?" Rodney shook his head. "Honey, have you ever heard of the underground railroad? ". Then suddenly, Rodney realized why this woman's shop had one candle lit out front. This woman was a conductor of the underground railroad.
The night went on as the woman told Rodney about other conductors, like Harriet Tubman. Rodney appreciated these men and women's efforts to set things right. "Well, if your'e friend is sick, he's gonna need some medicine. The apothecary was closed down a while ago. The nearest shop is all the way in Savannah! And I hate to say this honey, but I doubt you'll make it there." the woman said. "Well I sure can try." ,he replied.
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One of a Kind
Historical FictionIn a time of slaves and plantations, one boy realizes he has the power to help a friend who is a slave. Rodney thinks that everyone, even his father, frowns upon Dante, but when it boils down, true friendship cannot be torn apart.
