For John McCormick’s life on the Indiana frontier held nothing but promise. His settlement along the White River would soon become the crossroads of America. Friends and family from back in Ohio and other points east were all making plans to see what all the fuss was about in the newly-formed city of Indianapolis. Yes, things were good. John had his general store and his friend George Pogue had his blacksmith business. Claims were being staked and the relations with the native Indians were amicable. The town was growing and nothing could be better …or so he thought. In Ohio, an evil was brewing.