Lexington, Massachusetts

June 20th, 1775

Dear Cousin,     

     As you well know, I am employed at a printing press, and I would like to relate to you what exactly we have been printing in lieu of our regular Lexington, Massachusetts news. For, our ink has taken form in our paper in a most ‘revolutionary’ way, and our language, you may say, has taken quite a ‘treason-like’ turn.     

      Lawrence swung Adelaide up from the side of the ravine and jumped to his feet. He grabbed Adelaide’s hand and started running. She was in pain, and he felt it. Adelaide squeezed his hand as she stumbled along behind his quick floating strides. Only a few feet behind, their seekers were sweeping past their footprints. There was no escape now.