February 9, 1836
We arrived in San Antonio the 2nd.
Colonel Travis has brought a small group of defenders. That brings our total number of men to 130.
Travis keeps writing and pleading for more men and supplies. We desperately need
help. The Mexican army has about 4,000 soldiers! David Crockett and other
Tennessee Mounted Volunteers (Only three men are actually from Tennessee) came
to help us. Spies told Travis that Santa Anna crossed the Rio Grande. We don't
expect him until early spring.
closed his book and set it aside. The men were having a celebration. They were
dancing and drinking. Of course, there was Davy as drunk as ever. He watched on
with a growing smile. One of the men was dancing with a little Texan girl. She
was dressed in a baggy red shirt and white flowing skirt. Every time the
gentleman twirled her around the skirt flowed with her. Her long brown hair
flowed with the wind. She reminded him of his daughter, Martha. The fire
crackled as the sweet Texas air blew over the land.
Will. Why aren't ya dancing?" Jim asked him.
I don't know. I'm just a little tired, that's all." He replied.
Baker tired?" He laughed. "I know something else is bothering you."
just miss my kids." He sighed. A sad expression came across Jim's face. He
brought his strong hand down on Will's back. "I'll go and sleep now. It's going
to be a long day tomorrow." Slowly, he stood up off the hard ground and dusted
off his pants. Then he grabbed his journal and ink and headed off.
walked past the livestock pens on the way to the barracks.
Girl." He patted his stunning mare on her back and she whinnied a hello.
"Sorry, I don't have any treats. The guys will come and feed you in a bit." He
smiled. He loved that horse. "I'll see ya tomorrow."
dust flew up as he walked to his room. The wooden floor creaked when he walked
in. It was completely dark except for one small candlestick he had left burning.
The room was mostly empty. There were a couple of pieces of furniture. He had a
small wooden desk where he put his papers. The candle was sitting on top of the
small dresser next to a wash bin and mirror. The bed was in the middle of a
wall, between the door and a large window.
"It sure feels good to rest." He thought to
himself as he pulled off his rugged, old boots and plopped on the springy bed.
He turned to the window and stared out at the wilderness.
father," He prayed. "Help us fight for our freedom. I don't expect to live; I
just want to show how much we want to be free. To show the Mexican's that they
don't mess with us! I want my kids to grow up with the freedom that I haven't
had and I'll die for that." He sighed and looked through the window at the navy
blue sky. It was speckled with dozens of stars. He could hear the coyote's off
in the distance howling and the music of his drunken friends. His last thoughts
before he fell asleep that night were of precious freedom.