“Snapshot Saturday”
A wild turkey tried to sneak behind a hired hunter for a backcountry trading post. The Northwest trade gun’s English flint jumped to attention. The smoothbore thundered. Fire belched. White, sulfurous smoke filled the air. The woodsman got to his feet and approached the lifeless bird that would become his next meal. Old Northwest Territory, three ridges east of the River Raisin in the late 1790s…
