Savage Destiny (The Hearts of Liberty Series, Book 1)

Savage Destiny

The Hearts of Liberty Series

Book One

by

Phoebe Conn

New York Times Bestselling Author

SAVAGE DESTINY

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Part I

Chapter 1

April, 1754, Williamsburg, Virginia

Had the Indian known the Barclay brothers lived in such magnificent splendor, he would not have accepted their invitation. Regrettably, now that their
bateau
had rounded the bend in the James River and the stately, three-story brick manor had come into view, it was too late to create an urgent need to be elsewhere. The Indian tried not to gape at the mansion he had mistakenly assumed would be a simple, wooden farmhouse not all that different from the long houses of the Iroquois.

The Indian prided himself on being clever, but he had certainly outsmarted himself this time. An excellent trapper, he had learned how to speak English from William Johnson. One of the few honest traders, Johnson not only paid Indians what their furs were worth, he also sold them goods at fair prices. The Indian had learned that Johnson could be trusted, and because the white man spoke the Iroquois language, the brave had become determined to learn his. Not satisfied with that accomplishment, he had worked to master reading and writing as well. It amused him to possess those skills, when there were white trappers who had to draw a crude
X
for their mark.