It is the year 1812. Portents of doom strike fear in the hearts of those who dare to live on the Ohio frontier. From the darkening of the sun to the earth rumbling beneath their feet, with the threat of Indian hostilities in the West and British invasion from the North, many are threatening to pull up stakes and return east. One man stood in the way, John Johnston, who by sheer strength of will and character sought to put a halt to this unstoppable tidal wave of fear.

If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.

John Johnston was about to find out just how much he had to give....


John Johnston was the United States representative to the Shawnee, Seneca, Wyandot, and Delaware Indians from 1802 to 1829. In this time he dealt with, and diffused, many crises. No time tested him as deeply as the early spring and summer of the War of 1812 in which he played a major part in maintaining peace in the west in spite of personal and professional loss. From BlackHoof, the aged chief of the Shawnee, to Major General William Henry Harrison, who was a personal friend, John Johnston's hewn log at Upper Piqua, Ohio saw both triumph and tragedy, altering both the war and the path the conflict would take to the end.