Summer 1810 – A Bloody Cotillion


It was not difficult to determine from the creature had come. Her footprints were larger than Aunt Annie’s and she left a clearer trail of mayhem than even a very drunk Annie would have managed. Smashed windows, staved in sidewalks, overturned wagons, even a dead horse, its head twisted nearly off, marked the path. It ended at the house of the late Jacques Bertrand.