San Antonio – by Irene Butler Published in Travellady On Line Magazine San Antonio- Water drips off his wide-brimmed hat and from the hem of his long black coat, though there is not a cloud in the night sky. Seen through the wrought iron side-gate of the Alamo he stands motionless beside the old church, one of the few remaining original structures. Some say as they looked into his shadowy face their eyes fleetingly connected with his chilling black orbs before he vanished. During the last days of the legendary battle of 1836, in which all 189 defenders were killed,…
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