Lord Dunmore’s plan was bold, but the carnage it was going to unleash was going to be devastating. Robert Connolly chuckled to himself as he thought about how simple it would be. It made no difference where a person was from, or their culture; humans were the same. Deep down, he knew that all men crave violence. Every soldier in the British Army, and every colonist on the frontier, was nothing more than an expendable pawn in the great game of power played by those who would never set foot in dangerous places. But none of that truly mattered. Connolly was paid well, and he would do as he was told. The other pawns were on their own.

Chapter Two

My name is Jimmy Thevenin. The story I am about to tell you began more than 250 years ago, but for much of that time was hidden away in private archives, museum collections, and dusty closets. It is not a story in a traditional sense. It has no obvious [...]