Where do I begin... to write down my misadventure. I would have never picked up a pen and began had it not been for my host. He's the type of fellow who tells you what to do and his partners (soldiers) make sure you did just as your told. This hideout, this fortress has more weapons than I've seen in months. There is a guard at my door this minute, put there for my protection so I was told. Yeh right! He's got a mean looking revolver with a huge bore. That's bad enough but he points it directly at my chest and waves it around when he addresses me. I can't describe the look in his…
