Chapter 8
Wouldn’t all they needed to get the ball rolling be right here in this one spot? One name should lead to another and then another. Just how many records had been lost?
Somberly he walked amongst the markers, these last testaments to life, reading the names and dates etched into them. He wanted one that spoke to him, the one that felt right in his quest for a specific answer. When he came across Ellis Blackstone he stopped, running his fingers over the ever so simple stone. A nearby tree had protected it from the elements to some degree, the inscription easily readable.