Forevermore:  Interactive Version

Jim Musgrave

October 3, 1849, Baltimore
Edgar fingered the outline of the Uberti pocket revolver. It was resting in a leather holster strapped diagonally across his chest beneath the black vest and under the black waist coat. As the hunted, he was well aware of the extra thunder he required in order to even the odds against the hunter. Where could his antagonist be?  Was he perhaps the tall gentleman sitting in the window seat across the aisle from him?  Edgar thought he saw the man glance in his direction several times after they both got on in New York.
Edgar Allan Poe was an author.
Or, was he a victim?