Nothing looked familiar. Adelaide searched her memories and came up blank. She was certain this wasn’t the way they had traveled when brought to the Mohawk Valley. Then again, she had been so overwhelmed with grief at the loss of her children, she could be mistaken.

Sighing, she hurried to catch up with the tribe who continued to move eastward, slaughtering any and all Frenchmen they encountered. No captives were taken, only their scalps. Fortunately, Adelaide wasn’t ...