Jack: The Trilogy

The time was during those halcyon days in the American South. Life inched along like the pace of the river in late summer, 1860, that is, slowly, gently, and unhurried. If you were moving about Charleston's busy central market then, you might have gotten the impression that Charlestonians were innocently happy. They lived day-to-day mostly unaware that soon they would reap the terror of the cannon fire that would rip the very air they breathed and blast their fine architecture and green lan...