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The Aylward women of Nenagh, Tipperary, are mad about each other, but you wouldn't always think it. You'd have to know them to know—in spite of what the neighbours might say about raised voices and dramatic scenes—that their house is a place of peace, filled with love, a refuge from the sadness and cruelty of the world. Their story begins at an end and ends at a beginning. It involves wives and widows, gunrunners and gougers, sinners and saints. It's a story of terrible betrayals and fierce loyalties, of isolation and togetherness, of transgression, forgiveness, desire and love.

Yellow dirt gathers in the creases of the toddler's dirty blue jeans and on the little hands used to brush away a pesky fly. The same yellow particles that cling to the walls of the Hogan, contaminates the drinking water and fills the air where his father works only to come home covered with yellow dust. Yellow dirt. That enriches the powerful, but at the expense of the unsuspecting Dine.

When Elsa Goody's father and brother George die in quick succession, she and her sister Rosie are in trouble. Pursued by an unpleasant suitor with dubious motivation, Elsa leaves for Victoria on the hunt for a fortune in gold coins that her brother has hidden. If Elsa can find it, she will be able to save Rosie and herself from married slavery.

The footpaths that we journey in our lifetimes, those we lead, those we follow, can often times bring us to situations of both diverse and adverse circumstances. Circumstances and conditions that can put designs and definitions upon our perceptions of ourselves. Some we allow, some we embrace, others we can’t let go of.