John McCormick's life on the Indiana frontier held nothing but promise. His settlement along the White River would soon become the crossroads of America. Claims were being staked and the relations with the native Indians were amicable. The town was growing and nothing could be better ...or so he thought. Evil was brewing. The Lecky family, a group of ruthless Mongolian nomads, had made their way to America and were practicing their cannibalistic religion with reckless abandon. No one was safe.