Chapter Seven
The Bonds of Destiny - April 1764Jonas Hershberger stood at the top of the hill and looked down on the Northkill Settlement. Below him, the road wound back through the trees. The forest was alive with songbirds, and the morning breeze stirred the palette of wildflowers that were in bloom everywhere. Pink clouds floated above him as the morning sun touched the day with streamers of golden light. Jonas could hear the gobbling of a flock of wild turkeys in a stand of hemlocks away down the hill, and several deer were stepping gracefully across the meadow at the top of the rise. In between the dark pines, Jonas could see flashes of red from the peeling, shaggy bark of the cedar trees.
Jonas had grown to love this beautiful valley. He had spent many happy hours hunting in the fo
