Chapter 23: A MATTER OF SURVIVAL

Within weeks, over half the tribe lay buried in shallow graves. Cholera had decimated the Wyandotte Nation and there was absolutely nothing they could do to reverse the events.

To say a heavy cloud of anguish had descended upon the tribe was a great understatement. The piercing cries of the mourners reached the heavens yet there was no comfort to be had.

Chief Long Knife was withdrawn, gazing into the flames for hours at a time, Adelaide observing from a distance. What words could she possibly say to comfort him?

Small Bird no longer laughed at Isabella's antics, even the children were grave.

"If only there was something we could do to comfort them," Adelaide whispered.

The men were just babes in Christ - new believers and they were facing a test of faith that would have derailed most modern-day Christians. Adelaide frowned in concern, her unfocused eyes resting on her husband's back. If they became bitter…