He sighed
in relief as the last of the signers lifted his feather from the paper. “Thank you; I must take this strait to General Washington,” Thomas said.
“Are you
leaving now?” the other man asked.
He nodded,
heading for the door. His heart was
pounding in his chest. They were all
under heavy surveillance and this was to be the hardest leg of his journey. It was all up to him; the fate of the new
world rested in the hands of Thomas Jefferson.
“If I should make it before dawn I must leave now.”
“Very
well. For freedom,” the man said as he
opened the door for one of the greatest founders of America.
“For independence.” It ends tonight. There will be liberty. “Farewell, my friend,” Thomas said, mounting
his horse and taking off into the night with only a single ambition in his mind.
“Goodbye,
and Godspeed. May God save us all,” he whispered
after him.
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