The Spokesrider

On my way through town, I passed a park-like place with a cannon and historical markers. It looked very interesting in the fading light, but it was getting too late in the day to stop. Little did I know at the time that it was a place where Black Hawk had been in 1813, hanging out along the edge of the Battle of Fort Stephenson. I was passing up one of the main Black Hawk stories for a story on the periphery. But the peripheral story was a good one, too.