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40 As you enter the plaza, the bright sun warms your face. Everyone is here—
the defenders, the women, and the children. Even Bowie is carried into the
plaza on his cot.

41 Travis addresses the group. You can tell by the sad look on his face that he
doesn’t have good news. “I’ve sent many letters to the Texian leaders asking
for help,” he says. “Yesterday, I saw the Mexicans building ladders to climb the
walls. I doubt any more volunteers will get here before they attack.”

42 You study the faces in the crowd. They’re all pale with worry. Everyone
knows what a fight without more defenders means. It’s impossible for fewer
than 200 men to fight off thousands of soldiers.

43 “I will fight to my last breath,” Travis continues. He removes his silver
sword from the sheath at his side. He uses it to cut a line in the sand. It
stretches from one end of the plaza to the other. “Now you must decide.
Cross the line if you want to stay and fight for the liberty of Texas.”

44 Davy Crockett, Almaron Dickinson, and Gregorio Esparza step across the
line. Even Bowie is carried across the line on his cot. Within minutes, all have
crossed the line except for you and a Frenchman named Louis Rose. “I can’t

stay and die here,” Rose says. “This is not my war to fight.”

Legend says Travis drew
a line in the sand with
his sword at the final
meeting at the Alamo.

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