Tales From a Revolution: New-York
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Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 210
Ginawo of the Skarure tribe and Joseph from the American force sent to wipe them out should have been enemies. When a twist of fate reverses the roles of captor and captive, though, they instead find their way to brotherhood among the Haudenosaunee clans.
Tanarou awoke to the smell of smoke. He sat upright from his pallet, drawing the skin around his shoulders as he looked about him to locate its source. The morning sunlight filtered through the riotously-colored leaves of autumn, casting a pattern of ever-changing shadow across the floor of the forest around his sleeping place.
READ MORENearby, he saw his companion Ginawo stirring in his sleep, but he knew that the younger man would be slower to wake than he was, with his senses fully sharpened by the experience of combat. Standing, Tanarou moved silently into the woods toward the source of the acrid scent, seeking its cause.
As he crested a rise tangled with low-hanging cedars he spotted the small campfire, and heard the guttural speech of three men who lounged about it. Freezing, he studied them. They did not wear the blood-colored jackets that marked warriors of the "British" tribe distinctly from those of the "Colonial" tribe.
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