There was hardly a meaner man than the one who sold St. Clair’s troops everything from shovels to horseshoes. Caleb Downer was as tough as old rawhide, but he cared for son, Ethan, and taught him everything he knew about being a wilderness man. Barely past being a boy, Ethan knew how to survive in a land where anyone might be your enemy and any moment might be your last. And it would all come in handy on that savage, bloody dawn in 1791--when St. Clair’s army, and all who traveled with it, would need more than mere bravery to walk away with their lives.
