“Unleashing the Death Sphere”

“Snapshot Saturday”

Fire belches from the Northwest gun's muzzle.

A fine buck stepped from behind a nearby red oak. The turtle sight held steady. Sparks showered. Gunpowder flashed. With a tongue of fire and a blinding cloud of smoke, ‘Old Turkey Feathers’ unleashed the death sphere. Old Northwest Territory near the headwaters of the River Raisin, 1794.

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