When I first met Rob Johnson, I didn’t like him. He had just made corporal and did the sergeant’s bidding, which included robbing me of my deer meat. Ain’t nothing wrong with a man trying to keep from starving. Rob said the Yanks could have heard my shot, but I knew there wasn’t nobody up […]
I met Rob Johnson after the war. The vengeful men controlling Morgan County exacted reprisals from returning Rebel soldiers, and Rob was fighting to keep his land. I could see that he was smart and determined, qualities I admire. After they took Rob’s farm, I offered him a job. My law clerk had left and […]
When I first saw Rob Johnson at Point Lookout Prison, he was badly wounded. The Yankee sergeant would have left the lad to die, but I brought him to the surgeon. You see, Rob has the look of me younger brother who died in an English prison. Rob survived and I’ve been looking out for […]
I’ve been in the military most of my life, and I’m a pretty good judge of men. In late 1861, I was ordered to take over a new squad with the 48th Virginia Infantry in Winchester. I was hard on my men, but I turned them into good soldiers. Two of my recruits were among […]
When I ran the kitchen at the Pavilion Hotel, Rob Johnson delivered fresh vegetables and milk from his family’s farm. His ornery pa usually collected the payment, which I knew went straight to drink. Mrs. Johnson had been a good, God-fearing woman, but after she died the old man drank even more. The older son […]
I grew up rough and survived by learning to take advantage of every situation. I was no patriot and found many ways to benefit from the chaos of war. When I joined Orrick’s Rebel Rangers as a scout, I found I had opportunities for profit. Many people had too much in life and I had […]
I come from a Quaker family and my father has pointed out repeatedly that Rob Johnson is not of our persuasion. He’s only hired help, working with us to conduct slaves to safety on the Underground Railroad. I was attracted to Rob the moment we met. He wore a fine tailored suit and looked handsome, […]
I come from a family of thieves and bushwhackers in the Shenandoah Valley. When I first met Rob Johnson, he was a good-looking young soldier. He was a sweet boy who helped to protect me and my grandparents and said he loved me. Later, he became hard and cold. I know he never believed my […]
I’ve had Fannie pegged right from the start. She’s a bossy little bitch who don’t give a damn for anyone. She never loved Rob until he figured her out and ignored her. Then she chased after him, even offered him money, though God knows how she came by it. After the war she wore silk […]
I remember Rob Johnson as a scruffy boy from a rocky hill farm. Since I was a few years older, I ignored him and flirted with his big brother, Billy. When Billy and the other men left for the war, I fancied myself a Rebel spy and used Rob to carry messages into town. He […]
