Burying his wife is the hardest thing Joseph Garnet has ever done—until he's called to leave his young son and baby daughter to fight Iroquois raiders. When one of the marauders tries to steal his horse, the last thing he expects is to end up tussling with a female. The girl is wounded, leaving Joseph little choice but to haul her home to heal—an act that seems all too familiar. Though Joseph doesn't appear to remember her, Hannah Cunningham could never forget him. He rode with the mob that forced her two brothers into the Continental Army and drove her family from their home—all because of her father's loyalties to The Crown. After five years with her mother's tribe, the rebels and starvation have left her nothing but the driving need to find her brothers. Compelled by a secret he's held for far too long, Joseph agrees to help Hannah find what remains of her family. Though she begins to steal into his aching heart, he knows the truth will forever stand between them. Some things cannot be forgiven.

Daniel P. Thompson's 'The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter' is a gripping tale set during the American Revolutionary War, exploring themes of loyalty, betrayal, and love. The novel is written in a straightforward yet captivating style, rich in historical detail and vivid imagery, making it a powerful example of early American literature. Thompson's narrative skillfully weaves together elements of adventure and romance, drawing readers into a world of conflict and passion. The book's focus on the Rangers, a group of patriotic American soldiers, and their encounters with the Tory's Daughter, a young woman torn between her family loyalty and her love for a Ranger, offers a poignant exploration of the complexities of war and personal relationships. As a classic work of historical fiction, 'The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter' remains a captivating read for those interested in American history and literature. Daniel P. Thompson's deep understanding of the human experience and his ability to bring this turbulent period to life ensure that this novel continues to resonate with readers today.

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This book begins: I, James Frisby of Fairlee, in the county of Kent, on the eastern shore of what was known in my youth as the fair Province of Maryland, but now the proud State of that name, growing old in years, but hearty and hale withal, though the blood courses not through my veins as in the days of my youth, sit on the great porch of Fairlee watching the sails on the distant bay, where its gleaming waters meet the mouth of the creek that runs at the foot of Fairlee. A julep there is on the table beside me, flavoured with mint gathered by the hands of John Cotton early in the morning, while the dew was still upon it, from the finest bank in all Kent County. So with these old friends around me, with the julep on my right hand and the paper before me, I sit on the great porch of Fairlee to write of the wild days of my youth, when I first drew my sword in the Great Cause. To write, before my hand becomes feeble and my eyes grow dim, of the strange things that I saw and the adventures that befell me, of the old Tory of the Braes, of the fair maid his daughter, and of the part they played in my life during the War of the Deliverance. To write so that those who come after me, as well as those who are growing up around my knees, may know the part their grandfather played in the stirring times that proclaimed the birth of a mighty nation. The first year of the great struggle, ah, me! I was young then, and the wild blood was in my veins.