The woods before and above them opened fire, and a thousand voices rose in a Cherokee war-whoop. Three of the lead men in Marion's section were not lucky this time, as several balls hit them at once. Ducking next to a tree, Jacob could hear the thuds of balls striking it instead of him. Looking around the tree, he could see the silhouettes of the Cherokee amongst the trees, their war paint blending in with the shadows of the trees. Looking...