“It’s all right. Johnny.” she said, gently stroking his hair. As she looked at Lucas, he saw that she was crying too. “It’s all right. Everything will be all right now.”
A moment later, a sleepy Samuel Adams came to his front door dressed in his nightclothes. He had been awakened by voices outside his open bedroom window. He held up his lamp and stared out into the darkness. The street was empty. He grunted, shut the door, and went hack upstairs to bed.
The outpost was located in the 2nd century B.C., high in the Alpine range overlooking the Po Valley. Several miles to the west was the mountain pass through which Hannibal would march his forces to meet the Roman consul Scipio at the Battle of Trebia. A short hop from the outpost was a small river. At a spot staked out about fifteen feat from the river’s edge, a temporal convergence existed, a confluence point where two parallel timelines intersected.
The temporal range of this particular confluence point was three days and during that time, it was being patrolled by a unit of Temporal Corps Rangers under the command of Major Curtis. The “window” had been carefully chosen and they had only a short space of five minutes, during which time Curtis had been ordered to pull back with his men. He did not know why; he had no need to know. He only knew that something would be happening at the confluence point location during those five minutes that was of a highly classified nature and he had asked no questions.
“How does it feel to be going home again?” asked Lucas
“It feels a little strange, pilgrim,” Hunter said.
“Don’t-”
“Call me pilgrim.” Hunter finished with him in chorus. He grinned. “All right. pilgrim. I won’t.” He glanced at Steiger. “No hard feelings, Colonel?”
“No hard feelings. Captain.”. Steiger said. But just to set the record straight, if our paths ever cross again-”
“Yeah I know.” said Hunter.-I’d like to say I’m looking forward to it, but then again… “
“Go on. Get out of here.” said Steiger.
Hunter snapped to and threw him a salute. Steiger grimaced sourly and returned it.
“Take care of yourself. Reese.” said Andre.
“You too. kid.” he said, shaking her hand. “Delaney… “
“Good luck. Hunter.” They shook hands.
“Lucas.”
“Lucas took his hand. “I hope you’ll understand when I say that I sincerely hope we’ll never see each other again.”
Hunter smiled. “Yeah. Likewise. Tell Forrester for me that I think he’s a hell of a soldier and he has my respect.”
“I will.”
“And that goes for you, as well. And give my regards to Dr. Darkness. Fascinating man. I suppose I ought to hate him for inventing that damn warp grenade, but I guess he was as much a victim as any of us were. I wonder if we have anyone like him on our side.”
“I hope not.” Lucas said. “One of him is quite enough.”
Hunter looked around at all of them one last time. “It’s been interesting; he said. “I’m still not sure what kind of a report I’m going to make. I suppose I’ll have to lie a little. Oh, by the way. I’ve got something for you.” He reached into his pocket and handed Lucas his Liberty medallion. “A souvenir,” he said. “Vaya con Dios.”
He turned and walked straight toward the riverbank without looking back. He passed through the confluence point and disappeared.
“You know, in a funny son of way. I’m going to miss him,” said Delaney.
“Yeah, me too.” said Andre. “And if we ever run into him again, we’re probably going to have to kill him.”
“That’s if he doesn’t get us first.” said Lucas. “But at least we understand each other, which is a lot more than I can say for the rest of this screwed up world.”
He sighed and took one last look at the river that led to another flow of time.
“Come on. people.” he said. “Let’s go home
Epilogue
The circular letter opposing the Townshend Acts was drawn up by Samuel Adams, with the help of James Otis, Thomas Cushing, and Joseph Hawley of the Massachusetts House, and sent out to all the colonies. While the letter was being circulated and debated. Charles Townshend died in England, succumbing to a fever. In his place as Chancellor of the Exchequer. King George appointed Lord North. a man who felt that the colonists were nothing less than a bunch of mutineers. At the same time, Lord Hillsborough was appointed to a brand-new office. Secretary of State for Colonial Affairs. Hillsborough felt the same way North did about the rebellious colonists. He felt it was time to stop coddling England’s “ungrateful children.”
When Lord Hillsborough received a copy of the Massachusetts circular letter. he took it to the king and then passed on His Majesty’s command to each colonial governor. instructing them to have their legislatures ignore the letter and “treat it with the contempt it deserves.” Governor Bernard was ordered to have the Massachusetts House formally rescind the letter. If they refused, the body was to be dissolved.
Bernard passed on his instructions to the House. The members voted. The order to rescind the circular letter was defeated by a vote of ninety-two to seventeen. Sam Adams sent a letter to Governor Bernard, informing him of the decision, and the nest day, Governor Bernard dissolved the House, as he was ordered by his king, knowing that by doing so, he played right into the hands of Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty. “The Glorious Ninety-two” became a rallying cry in Boston and the names of the seventeen who voted to rescind were posted on the Liberty Tree.
The boycott of British goods was taken up in earnest throughout all the colonies. A worried Parliament took up the question of the Townshend Acts and Lord North spoke before the body. “America must fear you before she can love you.” he told the members, urging them not to repeal the Townshend Acts until they saw America prostrate at their feet. In the fall of 1768, four thousand British troops arrived in Boston, nearly one redcoat for every four citizens. The elated Tories set off fireworks in celebration and taunted the patriots with a song called “Yankee Doodle.”
Yankee Doodle came to town. a-riding on a pony, stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle, dandy!
Mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy!
The song was meant to be derisive. During the French and Indian War. the British troops had taken to calling the New England militia “Yankee companies.” The word “macaroni” was London slang for a fop, a dandy, a foolish and superficial young man who hung about in taverns. The song was the Tories’ way of making fun of the radicals who met in the taverns on the waterfront, something they felt safe to do now that the British troops were present to protect them. Little did they know that their taunting song would soon be turned around on them, to be used as a marching tune by the Continental Army
There was trouble with the British troops right from the beginning. The Bostonians refused to house the soldiers, so they pitched their tents on Boston Common and commandeered the Fanueil Hall, seizing the arms that were stored there in the process. Governor Bernard also allowed the troops to take over the Town Hall, where the Massachusetts House had lately met. Many of the officers rented quarters in the town from loyalists, while radicals urged the enlisted soldiers to desert. Many of them did. Those who were caught were shot on the Common or whipped in public, the sight of which turned the sympathies of many nonradical Bostonians against the British and gave the citizens a new name to taunt the soldiers with-“bloody backs.” Fights often broke out between the troopers and the colonists and the constantly increasing tension male bloodshed inevitable.
On March 5, 1770, a crowd of Boston toughs gathered to taunt a British sentry. A squad of soldiers was sent to reinforce him, or perhaps to bring him back safely to the main guard, but as the soldiers reached the sentry, the
