We do not have much time,” Chief Red Hawk leaned back. “I hope to lead my men on the warpath before the new moon. The winter winds will be upon us soon and the French are on our rivers. This is the time to strike.”

Chief Long Knife was thankful he had stalled in his answer. He had no quarrel with the French. In fact, the opposite was true. He owed them a debt of gratitude for introducing him to his new God. Without Brebeuf… Chief Long Knife’s jaw hardened at the ...