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A regiment was needed but they sent only one man, Hugh Kinzie, scout for the United States Army.
Hugh saddled his dun and rode west. He found the party of men and women ambushed by Red Sleeves, the maniacal chief who hated the white man more than he feared death itself.
Hugh counted on one thing to get them out—his old, battered, still-deadly rifle.
