Today Dave and I made all of 17 ground miles just before 8pm. We followed the railway all the way to Farmville, a small milling town in Appomattox region of Virginia.
A lone gentleman stood leaning against a trussle rail waiting, it may be suggested, for someone to cross his path.
His face was cleanly shaven and his mustache was well groomed and duelly waxed. He wore a 2 dollar bollar hat that he allowed to dip back and rest on the back side of his head.
We walked towards the gentleman with no intent other than a shared tip of 2 dollar bollar vs. 15 cent brim when the gent spoke as we were just about to be upon his perpendicular. He asked us if we had heard the news of what took place in the east. Dave and I responded with similar no sir's. He asked again. We responded. Then, by far the oddest thing I's ever seen: the gents eyes glowed blue, that is to say, a brighter blue than what they were not less than a wisper ago. So blue in fact that dave and I reached down as polite and as rushed as we could and picked up our belongings and headed along the railway line.
After having gained some distance we turned to look back at the gentleman who had returned to his position at the trussle rail perhalps to wait for the next odd soul tha may have heard of the happening in the east.
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