Owain's Own
Corns, John H. The town of Charleston lay across the river, on the north bank of the Kanawha, to the east of the bridge site and the Elk. It was not much of a town, at least not compared with Staunton or Winchester, but Charleston was a much newer town. He had never lived here, he had no reason even to be here until the war. Now he wished he had never seen the town, wished he could turn, ride away, and forget it was there. He pulled up the short collar of hi...