It's 1774. I have found myself in the Monongahela Valley after having lost my wife, child, and elderly father of fever back in the Shenandoah. My brothers and I split up his land, and since I had no family I sold my share to my brothers. Although I've laid claim to a good spot of land on a small tributary on the Mon, the current hostilities with the tribes have required every man to bear arms and has interrupted my well laid plans to start anew. Things are much rougher here than they were back east. I'm regretting not remarrying before coming here, it being near impossible to work the land alone. As such, I've taken to earning my keep through frequent scouting trips and serving as sentries for working parties. We must spy and be vigilant to protect ourselves from the Shawnee, Mingo, and Delaware warriors seeking to cause the settlements injury. Our captain here at Prickett's Fort keeps us well supplied with victuals and clothing for our services, and my new neighbors promise that when the current alarm is over they'll assist in my building a more proper cabin. They are a good, hearty people, and I've no doubt I'll find a new home among them.