Downwind From Gettysburg

Downwind from GettysburgAt 10:15 that Night, he heard the sharp crack from the theater down the hall.Backfire, he thought. No. Gun.A moment later, he heard the great lift and drop of voices, like an ocean surprised by a landfall that stopped it dead. A door banged. Feet ran.An usher burst through his office door, glanced swiftly about, as if blind, his face pale, his mouth trying words that would not come."Lincoln ... Lincoln...."Bayes glanced up from his desk."What about Lincoln?...