I thought of Bess and the Highwayman, how they acted, how they looked at each other. Should I have done this? I shook my head. Of course I should have. I deserve this. Do I? As I made my way into the stables, Redcoats glided into the inn. I thought nothing of it. As I heard them drinking ale, full of joy, their shadows slowly drifted across the wall and disappeared into….. Bess’s room. A speck of doubt fluttered through my mind, but went away just as I heard the sound of a struggle, a musket loaded, and footsteps becoming louder. Out the Redcoats strutted, happy as they went in. Time passed as moonlight came. The figure of a man on a horse came into view, the Highwayman. Just as the Redcoats readied their guns, a shot echoed through the fields. It was not the Redcoats. My gut churned as I got a horrible feeling. Suddenly, it was like time reversed as the dark figure started to disappear. The next morning the landlord announced Bess’s …show more content…
I slammed myself against the stable doors. Then sat down hard while trying not to think. It didn’t help. This was my fault, but how could Bess do this? It wasn’t supposed to end like this. At dawn I saw my enemy. He rode closer. I thought I might have to hide for afraid the Highwayman was coming for me. How could I still be afraid? What more can I lose? I couldn’t answer those questions. Suddenly, I heard a familiar sound. Then to my delight and surprise I spotted the Highwayman lying on the dirt road. I felt happy yet disappointed of this feeling. I was celebrating someone's death. They deserved it. From that day on I thought nothing of these events. I just tried to live as a stable boy, with no one noticing I was