Aaron Burr - Adventurer

Aaron Burr stood silent in his French, silk shirt. His damp palm slid hard against the smooth, wood handle of the gun as he sought the hammer. The insanity of the time place and purpose of the here and now flooded his mind. If I am killed this day, all of my dream, schemes and aspirations, of expanding the boarders of the United States, will be dashed upon the rocks of historical stupidity. If...