dusk, falling on a dusty road.
three figures - abraham lincoln, babe ruth, and billy the kid trudge along silently.
if you are an inhabitant of the united states, of a certain age, these names are probably familiar to you and you have at least a vague idea of what they must have looked like.
if you are not an inhabitant of the united states, or if you are an inhabitant of the united states but of a younger generation, the names might mean nothing to you, and the three figures walking down the road might as well be named adam lawrence, burfield rainsford, and william kenworthy.
but for now we will continue referring to them as abraham lincoln, babe ruth, and billy the kid.
abraham was in no way the “leader’ of the little group, but the other two regarded him as a person who had some experience of authority, and often, but by no means always, deferred to his judgment.
they moved along silently. darkness began to fall, and they could not clearly make out the sides of the roads, especially when they passed large amounts of trees on either side of the road.
they were glad that it was not raining.
they were lost, and had no idea where they were.
this was not an altogether unwelcome state of affairs, as it meant at least there were no armies in the immediate area.
armies that might have been disciplined and inclined to dragoon them into their ranks, or undisciplined and ready to rob them of what little they carried.
and they carried very little.
but the road was long and winding.
and everybody who has ever lived, and everybody who will ever live, was walking down it.
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