Chapter Eight
ScarIt was a bright spring day in 1770. The woods along the Ohio River were green and lush with the luxuriant growth of April. Oaks and maples had put forth their leaves only weeks before, and the lime green of the new growth added an otherworldly luminescence to the scene.
Jonathan and Joshua Hershberger crept silently through the thick growth, crawling flat on their bellies. They held their long rifles pointed ahead. Jonathan was in the lead and Joshua came close behind. A moss-stained rugged rock with water trickling down its sides lay to their left. On the right, a hillside covered with tangled ferns sloped down to a small pond surrounded by lush fronds and dotted by the swift movements of water bugs. The deer ahead of them had been drinking at the pond when she raised
