Jaira clung to Strong Oak's neck but had eyes only for Eagle. He shook his head slightly warning her not to say a word as he stepped forward, matching his strides to the warrior who carried Jaira.

"Where are we going?" Eagle frowned.

"To the Mohawk Valley," Strong Oak met Eagle's eyes, "I know you are Iroquois and the Mohawk belongs to your nation. That is why you have been spared."

Eagle bit back a chuckle. Strong Oak was sadly mistaken if he thought ...