In this enthralling first novel of the St. Simons Trilogy, Eugenia Price shares the compelling story of James Gould, a young man with a passionate dream. Raised in post-Revolution Granville, Massachusetts, Gould could only imagine the beauty and warmth of lands to the south. It was there that he longed to build bridges and lighthouses from his very own design and plans. The gripping story unfolds as Gould follows his dream to the raw settlement of Bangor on the Penobscot River, to St. Simons Island off the coast of Georgia, to lawless Spanish East Florida, and back—at last and finally—to St. Simons. Along the way, he encounters hardship, peril, failure, and success, but it is the unwavering love of Janie Harris, an especially beautiful and strong-willed young woman, that fulfills his deep need for someone who can share the dream and the life he has chosen.
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James Gould's eyes stung from the heat of the fire he had tended through two days and nights in the strange house at Petersham; his blistered hands stung too, and for the first time in his almost twenty years, he didn't know what to do.
He leaned into the big fireplace to wring another towel from a kettle of scalding water, then knelt beside the pallet where his best friend, Timothy Stiles, lay unconscious, packed the hot compress around the swollen, red-streaked foot, and waited for Tim to cry out.
The room was cold away from the fire, but James walked to the window to press his raw hands against the frosted pane. Would Tim do for me what I'm doing for him? he wondered. Except for his sister, Mary, Tim had been his one loyal friend since the year the fight for independence began, when all the boys in Granville, Massachusetts, had worked together like men because the men were gone. Had the hard, demanding tasks always fallen to James? He had not thought much of this before, but now he did.
His brain felt heavy, his arms and legs stiff with fatigue after the thirty-mile march through a knifing northwest wind—so cold that ice matted around his nostrils until breathing became a conscious effort. On the wind had come a blizzard, the sky dumping snow down on them, the ground turning white as the wet blasts swept through the gulleys and hollows, piling peaked ridges on fallen trees and clumps of stiff weeds. Toward dawn, when the blizzard had stopped, the tall pines and hemlocks stood gaunt and isolated in the silence.
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"A charming and engaging picture of life in the South." —Atlanta Journal Constitution
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“[Price is]” a consummate storyteller of meticulously researched and emotionally moving novels of the South.” —Rave Reviews