Acknowledgments

My thanks to Lisa K. Jilliani, historian and living history interpreter, for the copy of the William Alexander diary, which first introduced me to the life of a colonial wagon master. Also to the lovely Liste Members of the 18cLife Yahoo group, especially Robert Sherman, living history interpreter at Middleton Place of Charleston, South Carolina, for patiently answering questions about colonial-era men’s boots and handling teams of oxen. As always, I uncovered a wealth of information I was barely able to tap in the course of one small story.
My thanks also to Becky, for taking a chance on a nobody writer, and to Ellen, for making my first real edits as fun as they were challenging.
A nod of thanks—and apology—to Alfred Noyes, for his poem “The Highwayman.” My deepest thanks to the Lord, who shuts doors but also opens them. And to my first readers and critique partners… both those who loved the story and those who didn’t. You all serve a very important purpose in my life!

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
SONG OF SONGS 2:8, 10