Wanton destruction spread over the neat landscape of row houses and fields like a swath of fiery fury. Painted warriors of all descriptions slashed and leaped from home to home smashing and swinging at everyone in their path. Women, children, and old men fled in every direction. An old man turned and ran, but he was too slow and too late and cut down after a few steps. A woman pushed her door ajar. A warrior with slash marks across his cheeks greeted her with a wide grin that sent her hand to her mouth. The intent of this raid was fire and mayhem, not rape. Her scream attracted the attention of other warriors and they bound her mouth, and hands, lashed her by the neck, and put her into a chain with other women prisoners. Old and men were scalped and or killed. Hordes of marauders burned fields and homes at random including the governor’s brick mansion.