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Show Approximately 1,900 words Fiction My Billy, the Patriot The first time I saw the medal of the Sons of Liberty hanging on a string around Billy's neck I felt proud and afraid. Tears began smarting. "Well, where did you steal that?" I asked. "What a question. I'll have you know Dr. Joseph Warren, president of our Committee of Safety, hung it around my neck. Just think, Mrs. Dawes, I'll be going to secret meetings at the Green Dragon. I'll know the passwords, and if necessary I'll help tar and feather Tory merchants who still buy and sell British goods." "Now,now, Mr. Dawes, don't get your dander up. Lots of folks here in Boston still think our quarrels with England can be settled peacefully in spite of all they've done to us." Billy gritted his teeth. "How can anyone believe that now King George has closed our harbor to all shipping just because we won't pay for the bloody tea we dumped. That should have told him we won't pay taxes without having some say so about it." "But how long can we hold out? Billy, you're so busy spying on the British I don't believe you have any idea how Ibad things really are. At the market this morning hundreds of people |