“Successful Ambush”

A quick move and a hasty fort-up behind a random cedar tree tipped the scales in the woodsman’s favor. The wild turkey circled slow, but her soft, inquisitive clucks betrayed her caution. Then ‘Old Turkey Feathers’ spoke with deadly authority on a mild November morning in the Old Northwest Territory, east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1798.