So the two of you got the wagon to Fort Cultus safely enough,no marauding Injuns,Union troops,Conderate Raiders or just plain guntoting outlaws crossed your path.
Uncle Norman and you unlated the sacks of raw corn glamour at the watermill and picked up the sacks of ground and processed glamour your
Uncle had left there the previous week.
Then the two of you went to the Post Office where you eagerly waited for the ltters from your
mom and dad back east.
Your mother was one of the clerks at the War Departments Code Breaking Division at Washington whilst your dad was a Captain aboard one of the dragon flame powered Ironclads that steamed up and down along the rebel Southern cities,blocking the blockade runners.
Though your mother had gone with your dad to the Union side you had close friends and cousins fighting in the Confederate Army.
Uncle Norman on the other side,had chosen no side in the War but had sided instead with the
dragons and wyverns the War had flushed out of the caves they'd laired in for centuries.