Greenhill by Madeline ffitch Aboard the hulks, the women convicts all turned to common law wives before our eyes. Greenhill and I tramped four hundred miles North from the harbor, looking for a shepherd on the other end, a poacher, a slave, a skiff, a schooner. He said I was weak, but I knew one plant. I knew a root we could get water from. Each time I found it, I kept the knowledge hidden from the others. After five weeks, […]