Northern England, 10:55am, Monday, July 14th
Something I must remember next time is to wear boots and not dress shoes. Brian looked forlornly at his muddy black shoes. They were miles south of the England/Scotland border and the terrain was rough. Eliza Norton, an archaeologist, crested the hill behind the Yankee men. She saw the secret settlement below.
Where did these people go? A few years ago, her father had started digging and found that the settlement looked like people had died, or what few remained had left hastily. Eliza turned to her sister, Jenna, and smiled.
Were here. She said and followed the Yanks down the hill. The houses were small, but many. The Yanks, Alan and Billy; the muscle of the group, began to set up camp.
There was much digging to do and the company had only a week. Eliza couldnt wait to start digging.
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Northern England 1015A.D.
Goats ran into the bustling street and a hawk soaring above circled lazily. Chickens ran wildly about. Peoples feet tried not to step on them. These people lived where no Saxon wanted to live; close to the border territory.
Tegan side-stepped a chicken as she headed for the well in the village center. She heaved on the rope and felt a strong hand on hers. She looked up into her brothers eyes.
Eh, let me get that, Tegan. You work too hard. He deftly lifted the bucket and looked at his other sister, Ailsa.
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