CHAPTER 17: Natchitoches

　　A small blonde girl that must be about 5 years old, looks up at me with big innocent blue eyes and asks. “Mr. can you help me?”

　　Crouching down, my first response would be to find her mom or dad, but there is something about her that bothers me. She reminds me so much of my mom that I hesitate for a few minutes. What is it about her?

　　I grab ahold of her hand and lead her to the Kaffie-Frederik General Mercantile which is Natchitoches first general store. Figuring that I might find someone there who knows her, I wait by the front desk for someone to notice me standing there and approach. When no one does, I ring the bell on the counter and a short man in his 50’s hobbles out from the backroom and smiles.