I lived in western North Carolina for much of my teen age years. Friends and I would explore the mountains and creeks every chance we got. We would fish the many streams and have impromptu fish fry...view moreI lived in western North Carolina for much of my teen age years. Friends and I would explore the mountains and creeks every chance we got. We would fish the many streams and have impromptu fish frys on the banks with nothing but a frying pan and a bottle of vegetable oil. Trout was always available and easily caught on an old cane pole. We would explore the valleys and hills searching for strange rocks and gems. I visited the town of Cherokee several times and spent time in their museums and shops asking about the strange clothing and weapons on display.
I was born in 1935 and grew up in the years before television. Children of my age spent much of their early years reading books from the public library and the school library. Books have always been my choice for entertainment even after television was invented and became popular. As a young boy and young man I would spend hours dreaming and thinking about the people of history and how they lived. This story is about a group of modern people traveling back in time to help rescue a Cherokee village that had been attacked and many killed.view less