Try either book. If you enjoy history, you may find the novel a great form for gaining additional insight.
When Baldwin emerged from behind the building, he failed to notice his friends on the other side of the road, so he walked into the tavern. He spent only a few minutes inside and emerged with a wooden bowl and an oversized spoon. Looking around, he ﬁnally spotted Sherman and Hamilton on the log across the way.
As he took a seat next to Sherman, Baldwin asked, “What’s this?”
Hamilton leaned forward to look around Sherman. “Squirrel, I think.”
“God, I hate traveling.”
“Throw it away, and I’ll give you a pear.”
Baldwin dipped his spoon deep into the concoction and let the goo plop back into the bowl. “This looks like pig swill.” He ceremoniously turned the bowl over, and they all watched the pottage spill onto the ground in bumpy chunks.
“My money says that blob will still be there on my return trip,” Hamilton said.
Baldwin turned the pear a couple times and then took a huge bite. After a noisy chomp, he spoke with a mouth half full. “I’ll not take that bet; forest animals have more dignity.”