A miraculous survival. An extraordinary faith. Autumn 1755. Settled in the Blue Mountains of Pennsylvania, deep within America's new frontier, the Leininger family celebrates the blessings of a beautiful homestead and bountiful harvest. Until tragedy strikes with the beginning of the French-Indian War, and the devastating raid known as the Penn's Creek Massacre. The lives of this simple, God-fearing family are forever altered when Barbara and Regina, two young sisters, are carried away by a band of Allegheny warriors. Driven by their faith in God and the powerful bonds of family, Barbara and Regina hold firmly to the belief that they are never alone, even in their darkest hour, and that they will be reunited again.

Autumn of 1755 bestowed to the Leiningers' world, not only its rich beauties, but also a rewarding harvest. On this particular day the whole valley seemed to rejoice in the fullness of the season -- but suddenly Barbara and Regina's peaceful frontier life is changed forever. General Braddock and his army had been defeated and soon the Pennsylvania settlers would suffer the bloody effects of the French and Indian War. On October 16, 1755, a band of Indians, led by Allegheny warriors, stormed through Buffalo Valley, burned the Leiningers' log cabin, and captured the sisters. Few survived the Penn's Creek Massacre and even fewer lived to tell the story. Regina makes a promise to her older sister just before they are unwillingly separated -- each to endure different fates. Barbara is taken deep into the wilderness, but holds on to the hope that she will find her little sister. Though she is adopted into the Indian tribe, there is a longing deep inside that cannot be denied. She must escape -- but the penalty if caught is certain death. No one expresses Barbara's apprehensions better than her own words, written in 1759: "If one could not believe that there is a God, who helps and saves from death, one had better let running away alone. ... The extreme probability that the Indians would pursue and recapture us, was two to one compared with the dim hope that, perhaps, we would get through ... even if we did escape the Indians, how would we ever succeed in passing through the wilderness, unacquainted with a single path or trail ... scarcely any food, the season wet and cold, and many rivers ... to cross." - Jacket.