The Year of the Hangman, by Gary Blackwood, has a great premise. The year is 1777 (three gallows, hence the title), George Washington has been captured, the Patriots exiled to New Orleans, the Revolutionary War all but lost. A great “What if??” right? Well, sort of. The plot revolves around Creighton, a 15-year-old (who sometimes acts much older than 15, in my opinion) English boy who’s a bit of a rogue. His mother tires of him and arranges to have him shipped off to his uncle in Charles Town so she doesn’t have to deal with him any more. Once there Creighton’s uncle is transferred to Pensecola, and in route their ship is attacked by a group of Americans and Creighton’s uncle is captured. Creighton isn’t because he was supposed to be posing as an indentured servant, so the Americans take them under their wing. Well, actually, he’s supposed to be a spy. Still, it’s pretty interesting.
The problem comes at the end. Creighton makes a very believable switch to the American side (he’s living with Ben Franklin, who meets a very unfortunate end, and becomes friends with Benedict Arnold), but the ending just kind of falls apart in my opinion. It’s not something I can put my finger on, though. Maybe I wanted more… it kind of ends on a downer note (though with some hope, I guess). Maybe I wanted something else to happen. I don’t quite know. It was a great idea, and it held it for a while, but in the end fell flat. I suppose you can’t win them all.