The Show Must Go On

  He pointed to a man in a brown jacket and a matching wide-brimmed hat.

  “Why would someone be wearing a jacket in this weather?” Molly asked.

  Finn shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. We’re asking him for directions, not fashion advice.”

  Before Finn could step forward to talk to him, the man threw up his arms and shouted, “What are we going to do? General Santa Anna and his men are coming!”

  “Santa Anna…Santa Anna,” Molly said. “That name is kind of familiar.”

  “Not to me,” Finn said. “But from the sound of it, I doubt it’s anyone I’d want to meet.”

  Another man strode across the courtyard. He was carrying a crate under his arm and wearing a fur hat with a striped tail hanging off the back. Maybe he was Santa Anna! Finn and Molly scooted back and hid behind a wall, just in case.

  Other people came forward and gathered around the man in a semicircle.

  “Is that who I think it is?” a woman asked loudly.

  “I think so,” a man answered.

  “I heard he killed a hundred bears in one season,” the woman said.

  “I heard he can ride a streak of lightning,” the man replied.

  “Oh my goodness,” Molly whispered to Finn. “That man with the crate—I think he’s Davy Crockett!”

  Can you guess where Finn and Molly are?

  What’s next on

  your reading list?

  Discover your next

  great read!

  Get personalized book picks and up-to-date news about this author.

  Sign up now.