I stepped out into the blistering winds. My littler siblings attached to my legs, William looking far off. There in front of us, guns were shooting off. I knew, from where we were standing, we were safe, but just barely.

William, somehow reading my thoughts, ran into the house. Martha, our slave, thought a moment, and took Samuel and Susan, leaving me carrying Benji. We ran for the house, and Martha set the children on the couch, running off.

I set down Benji and went off to find William. Of course, he was in the bedroom, gathering up a few things and tossing them in a bag. Martha walked in with a burlap bag of food we could eat without much trouble. With the bags, he went downstairs.

Father had left a few supplies when he left to war. William went to Father's room and took some out. William gathered up 2 guns, assuming Samuel was old enough to handle one.

William loaded all the stuff on a horse. Taking the other two horses from the shed, William said with a smile, "We're going to Aunt Anne's house. Maybe she can help us, protect us."