Ohio Valley 1754
The Gauntlet Runner takes place during the outbreak of the French and Indian War engulfing the early American settlers who ventured over the Allegheny Mountains into the rich Ohio Valley region.
This is a period of history that I am extremely passionate about and have extensively researched and enjoyed for years. The Gauntlet Runner is the first book in the series that will follow the Murray family throughout the conflict and the reader will see how the early settlers struggled to forge a life surrounded by two European powers fighting to secure their dominance in the region. Added to the conflict is the Eastern Woodland People, who are being pushed aside by the French, the British and the hordes of settlers cascading over the Allegheny Mountains.
The scene is set with the British and the reluctant American Provincial Militia pitted against the French, with their Canadian Militia, and most of the native population deciding to join the best of two evils.
The following is an excerpt from The Gauntlet Runner – A Tale from the French and Indian War:
Maggie watched them through the gun port and saw two Frenchmen join
them from the woods. She knew they were French from the red woolen
caps they wore. Maggie pulled back from the port when she heard a
loud crack. She looked over at Culp and noticed his rifle smoking from the burnt powder. She immediately looked out and saw one of the closest warriors grabbing his side and writhing in the grass. She promptly fired her rifle and hit the Huron assisting the injured warrior to his feet. The ball struck him in the forehead and he fell back, pulling the injured warrior onto his dead body.
“ … good shot,” Maggie heard Culp say as he shoved his ramrod down the barrel of his rifle.
She stared out the port at the Hurons as they screamed their hideous war cries
toward the small cabin. A couple fired off their muskets at her, but the lead balls lodged into the large timber outer wall above her port. She immediately reloaded as Culp fired off another shot. She watched it hiss wildly over the Hurons’ heads and land in the grass behind them. Maggie took another quick look outside before she readied her long rifle. She had her sights set on another Huron brave until she noticed they had turned their attention to something in the western woods.