Unconquered Author:Neil H. Swanson They were more like animals than men...Naked, tied to stakes, beaten, bruised, and bloody, surrounded by fire and by hordes of yelling, painted Senecas, Abby prayed for a quick, merciful death that she knew would not be granted. — The Indians yelled and laughed. They were enjoying the game. — An Indian stepped out from the rest. It was his turn.... more » He slected one of the white, whittled pine splinters. He walked, up until he could almost touch her. She harldy felt the splinter, She saw it there in her flesh. He had missed the breast. The other Indians hooted in derision.
But the Indian didn't go away. He turned, half-crouching. The yelling had stopped. He was staring at a thick white cloud that hung low where the path came up from the river. And then she knew she gone mad, for where the glsh had been, in the thick white cloud, was Captain Chris Holden...« less