It was the Fall of 1811. The once dazzling colors of the prairie,now began the cycle of becoming nourishment for next years growth. Fading into the earth, ashes from ashes, dust to dust. The fine warriors of the many forests, plains, prairies around the country, had come to Prophetstown, to defend their lands. Their hearts, longing for home and family, their minds, knowing that defense here, might, safeguard their lands back home.Harrison's troops moved towards Prophetstown, knowing, eyes watche.
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