Davy Strong was penniless, friendless and as raw and green as the vast frontier itself when he arrived in Boston in the winter of 1775. But within a few harrowing, tumultuous moths Davy Strong would be one of the first breed of men. A man caught between the old world and the new; between the loyalties of tradition and the loyalties of the heart.

This is his story—and the story of the women who loved him: the hot-blooded Isabella, who took what she wanted, but who couldn't control her young lover; her strong-willed daughter, Martha, who could forgive him anything; even loving her own mother; and the Indian girl who lay buried in the wilderness with all his boyhood dreams.