American Baroque

In the summer of 1835, a mysterious stranger wanders into the sleepy burgh of Mohawk, Indiana. With his prophet’s beard and coffee sack frock, bearing a mad gleam in his eyes ignited either by glory or cider, the man seems an errant saint. To his ragged band of followers, his word carries the weight of revelation. To his enemies, he is at best a dangerous fraud, at worst, something more insidious still. His name is Johnny Appleseed, and Mohawk will never be the same.