King me

She leaned against the weathered windowsill, her hands cupped around her eyes to shield them from the sun. Peering into the one-room cabin, she saw a table bathed in sunlight streaming through the rippled blown-glass panes.

The room was just as Elmer described it in his last journal entry, dated 1912. A checkerboard was set up, patiently waiting for the players to begin their game – black was south, and red, north.

…I’ve set up the board like usual, excepting I’m red this time. If Clovis wins, he’ll want what’s not mine to give. I might have to shoot him…