QuirkyRenegade

    Augustus crept out of his house as the moon reached its highest position in the late night summer sky. He had his hands full with his overflowing knapsack. He had previously filled the bag to the brim with provisions for tonight’s trip. He strode through the acres of corn behind his family’s cottage, weaving around the high stalks swaying in the midnight air. Augustus reached the end of his family’s property, where his great uncle Fritz was waiting for him with some horses hitches to a dingy stagecoach.    “Where to stranger?” asked Fritz pulling out his flask and taking a swing, “I was worried you