THE WINERY The unmarked gravel road that the GPS sends them down dead-ends right between two sprawling, dried-out, wildly overgrown...

THE CAMP The road is unpaved, dusty and narrow, winding through a hazy curtain of summer-brown pine trees, dirt glinting with the...

PROLOGUE November, 1861 Floyd County, Kentucky It’s a good night to run away. The moon’s a glistening silver dollar in the sky,...