So many forts under attack! Fort Sandusky destroyed! My God, to think the savages would dare rebel against British rule. Well, he'd teach them a lesson they'd never forget. Amherst dipped a quill pen into the inkwell to compose a letter to Colonel Bouquet in Philadelphia. If anyone understood Indian warfare and could defeat the Indians at their own game, it was Henri Bouquet. "I wish to hear of no prisoners," Amherst wrote, first telling Bouquet of the uprising. He had one further suggestion for Bouquet. "Could it not be contrived to send the smallpox among the disaffected tribes of Indians?" * * * "At least the Indians haven't attacked Fort Pitt," Gwen remarked to Christian as they settled into their stifling hot, cramped quarters inside the fort, a room so dark it had taken her eyes several minutes to adjust. "Not yet. Let us pray they don't." Christian knelt, setting a stack of books down in a corner of their small room, then rose to hang shirts and breeches on a peg. "Fort Pitt has been fortunate so far." Dusting off his hands, he looked around the room.
