Epilogue
Early October 1768
Edentown
The Mohawk brought his stick down violently on the wiry Scot, who rolled with the blow, muttering something quite rude in Gaelic and adeptly thrusting his own stick through the legs of the warrior to trip him. The warrior tumbled and slid, then paused as he rose, showing his assailant the brown smear that covered his arm and bared thigh. He had fallen onto a fresh cow patty. For a moment both men stared at each other; then both burst into laughter and sprinted down the field, where their teammates were fighting with racquets over a small buckskin ball.
“No, you don’t,” Sarah Ramsey said as Duncan took a step toward the lacrosse game. “You’ve played enough today. Who’s going to mend the broken bones if the doctor gets one himself?” She slipped her ha
