"My Name Is Revere"
“Get off your horse!”
An officer on foot approached. He stopped three feet away, looked
over. “Where did
you come from?” he asked. Revere
The officer's eyebrows lifted. “What time did you leave?”
“10:30, I believe.”
The officer, approximately
age, turned his head, squinted at the closest mounted soldier. The soldier
nodded some sort of acknowledgement. Revere
“Are you an express rider, sir?” the officer asked.
He frowned. “Sir, I crave your name.”
“My name is
“What?” The officer’s mouth stayed open. “You are Paul Revere?!”
The man scowled, pivoted, stalked off to his tended horse. The others, high above
, glared. Revere
“Villain! Bloody traitor!”
“We'll see you hung, you and Adams! And that flash bastard Hancock!”
“Major Mitchell will have you shot!”
“No one will hurt you.”
addressing the horsemen that had cursed him. “You have missed your aim!” Revere
They bristled. Barn cocks, he thought.
One of them said, officiously, “What of our aim?”
“Our aim is to arrest deserters,” the older officer said. “That is why we stopped you.”
“We have 1,500 coming!”
Curses rained upon him. Dismissing them, he watched the courteous officer pull taut his gloves. The officer mounted. He rode off across the pasture.
“Captain Cochrane’s getting the Major,” one of
abusers declared, laughing. Revere
“Bloody good entertainment t’be had, traitor!”
Two riders returned at a full gallop. Forty feet away, the taller rider, his horse yet in motion, dismounted. Drawing his pistol, he advanced.
saw he was the soldier that had
threatened him on the road. Revere
The officer pressed the end of his pistol against
's left ear. “You will give me truthful answers or I will blow your brains out!” Revere
Neck muscles tight,
resisted the pressure. “I esteem myself a man of truth and I am not afraid of you!” Heat radiated from
his face. “I demand you remove that pistol! By what right is a peaceable
citizen detained on this highway?!” Revere
“The truth, I say, or I’ll scatter your brains on this dirt!”
The officer applied additional pressure.
glowered at a distant tree. Revere
“You are Paul
Revere sent from to alert the provincials. Am I
“When did you leave
“And you saw His Majesty's troops leave
As mercurially as he had brandished it, Mitchell withdrew the pistol. Boston
“Their boats catched aground.” Mitchell glared at him. “I have roused every minuteman from here to
Soon you’ll have 500 surrounding you.” Lexington
For ten seconds the officer’s fierce eyes assaulted him. To the closest lieutenant, Mitchell declared, “Search him!”
Two officers did so. Satisfied that he was not armed, Mitchell ordered the express rider to mount. Drawing his right leg over the horse’s back and saddle,
seated himself. Revere
Mitchell grabbed the bridle. “By God, sir, you do not ride with reins!” He seized them. “Grant, come here!” His face contorting, he whipped the reins into the officer’s reaching hands.
“If you let me have them, I’ll not attempt to run from you.”
“I will not! I don’t trust you!”
Mitchell mounted. To the soldier that had surrendered the reins of
's horse, he ordered, “Bring them all
out!” He nodded toward the wood. Revere
The sergeant returned with yet another officer. Walking between them were four county men, each leading a horse. One of them was missing an arm. Ten yards away they were told to mount.
Mitchell said to
“We will ride now toward your friends. If you attempt to run, or if we are
insulted, I will scatter your brains!” Revere
“You may do as you please!”