William arrived at the front gate and found two men and a woman standing outside the fence. The men wore black Kevlar vests and carried assault rifles. Three farmhands watched the men carefully. William suspected that if a firefight broke out the men outside the fence would gun down the farmhands with relative ease. All the men held assault rifles, but the strangers held their weapons differently. The men outside the gate wore their gun straps tight across their shoulders and chest, which would make it easier to shoot and move at the same time if a fight broke out. This contrasted with the farmhands, who held their rifles haphazardly across their stomachs. The strange men were clearly seasoned ex-special forces soldiers; William suspected Army Rangers or Delta Force.
“I’ve tracked these outlaws for a couple of days. They’ve robbed two wagons coming into town this week. I figured they’d try to holdup the stage. Are your passengers safe? One of them is a hell of a marksman.”
Knowing she wouldn’t answer still he said, “Do you remember me telling you a local contractor built several tract homes east of our house, near Sandy Gap? Well, there are only a few families left the others sold their homes. Something about the screams and lights on Putney Mountain but the people in town didn’t believe them, said it was buyer’s remorse. I never bothered getting acquainted with any of them and I don’t know. Now I’m alone except for Claude, and he’s getting old, I might not have him too much longer. Guess I can’t blame anyone for my shortage of friends.”
Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.
The first Region is the Blue Ridge Mountains this region is located in the North Eastern part of Georgia. This region is home to The Blue Ridge Mountains, which is the southernmost point in The Appalachian Mountain Chain. It is home to Georgia’s highest point, Brasstown bald at 4,784 feet above Sea Level. The First American Gold Rush took place here in 1828.
I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.
Hwy. 395, past a marker grandma green church of my childhood. Our post Ironman week was less than typical. Hence, we are home turning over flagging remnants of overgrown August herbs, a plethora of scarlet blistering shishito peppers, and multi colored bells, discovering another garden dinner in the doing. My mother often made stuffed bell peppers which began with blanched, whole peppers full of ground beef, bread crumbs, bacon, and raw Minute Rice which magically cooked the tiny white bits as they bathed in bubbling stewed tomatoes topped with American cheese. Sixty years later, my sister and I reminiscence about those delicious packages of meatloaf and buttery new
One day in Nebraska, Bill was riding in his brand new 1970 chevelle. He was thinking if he could bring it to a drag strip and race that would be great. So he got online to check if there were any events and there happened to be one in one day. So he got his car all cleaned up and tooned out for the race. The next day he got up and got ready for a great day. He got into his car and head off to the drag race track. Once he got there he got his car all ready for the race just to make sure. His opponent was very experienced and you could tell he has been racing for a while. So Bill got nervous but he was ready. His opponent had a very fast car that might have had even more power than his chevelle.
It was 2:30 school just got out me and Tayler where going to leave as I realis I forgot my book in the classroom so we ran back to the classroom and when we got there was a mysterious door in the back of the classroom. There were no teachers in site so I decided to go over to the door and open it. There was a very bright light coming from the door. Tayler and I took one step in the door and then it slam shut behind us. We took a few more step closer to the light. But now we were in some other town named Brownard County, Florida. I saw the sign that said the name of the town.
“No, not a fence. A stockade, like the kind you used to pose in for pictures at Sturbridge Village. But we need a real one, one that locks around peoples’ wrists and neck.”
During the late nineteenth century agriculture drastically increased as a result of technological innovations. Transportation led the way in enabling more and more Americans with the ability to travel westward to farm and mine resources. Railroad systems also guaranteed the widespread distribution of goods that were produced in the west at inexpensive prices, which allowed for such big production rates on farms and exploitation of resources west (Nash 381).