Creative Writing: The House On Mango Street

“Then it’s a deal.”
“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you again, Levi. Please do drop by again.”
“Don’t sweat it, pal. Next time I come back, I’ll bring some furs with me. Winters in Boston sure do get to ya.”
The men exchanged smiles and Levi set off to the next town.
The sun was setting and the fall sky diminished into solemn shades of purple and grey. Levi, alone in the driver’s box, sighed to himself.
“Another day’s work all done. Time to get to Boston before midnight.”

An hour before midnight, Levi had arrived at the local tavern. He fed his horses, cleaned them, and led them into the stables. As Levi walked into the tavern, he couldn’t help but notice the absence of drunken men and cheerful waitresses. There was only a woman

But let me get this straight. If the British were to approach by land, you would take a different route than that if the British would approach by sea. You would have to warn those along the British’s path. So assuming the British march by land, take the horse I shall leave for you at this stable next to the tavern. If the British row by sea, take the other horse I shall leave at Cambridge, behind the merchant’s guild. I’ll request for the guild owner to see to my horse’s safety. I guess I’ll be staying at this tavern for a while; at least until you return my horse that is.”
“You, my friend, are a genius! You think up the best things to say and know how to intimidate. You truly would be a formidable foe towards the British if you were our strategist.”
Levi contemplated in silence. The revolution gave him something to fight for, but trading and business was his life. He wouldn’t be prepared in the slightest to adapt to the lifestyle changes that would accompany Revere’s suggestion. As he made eye contact with Revere once again, Levi responded with a cold and bitter tone.
“I would,” he said, “, but I won’t”.
Taken aback by the statement, Revere smiled awkwardly, only to express his