Long ago when Georgia’s rivers were silver, two of them flowed – not far apart- into the great sea. One cold, gray twilight when the days were short, the wind spoke to the animals and the forest in the land between the rivers. “Tonight,” the wind whispered, “you must stay awake and watch and …
Rider—Pony Express
I love our country’s history. It is often tragic, yet always rich and beautiful when you see people creating events that made our country what it is today. Our books are full of great personalities, presidents, wars, and hugely important events. Important as those are, I like the stories of the common people. Those stories …