Remember Laura Ingalls Wilder’s first novel, Little House in the Big Woods?  I have a similar tale to tell. The pioneer tale of my father’s father’s father’s father’s mother’s father.  Or more succinctly… My 4th-Great-Grandfather, Elisha Marvel.
Daniel blew hot breath against his hands, watching it fog into the frigid night. He’d counted on a nice warm bed; instead, he shivered beneath the blanket of boughs he’d scavenged from the banks of the Wabash, wondering even now how he’d fared so poorly on today’s ride. He’d ponied horses many times between the […]