I loaded up my cart with olives for the run to Caeseria.
The Roman roads made the trip so much easier.
“Let’s go, boy,” I said to my mule.
After a morning of passing olive trees and rocks, we came to the first of the roadside crosses.
Counting dozens… hundreds lining the road.
“Must have been a big rebellion,” I said.
I recognized a few customers among the dead.
And a few fellow merchants.
“I hope the market is open today,” I said. “Would be a shame to have to turn back.”
And we continued down the road to Caeseria.