Aaron Burr stood silent in his French, silk shirt. His damp palm slid hard against the smooth, wood handle of the gun as he sought the hammer. The insanity of the time place and purpose of the here and now flooded his mind. If I am killed this day, all of my dream, schemes and aspirations, of expanding the boarders of the United States, will be dashed upon the rocks of historical stupidity. If I kill Hamilton, it will be the same. I will be a marked man and just as politically dead. History will say that the man who could have followed Thomas Jefferson, as President of the United States, allowed pride and arrogance to steal his destiny.