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Bowman Rafferty was forgiven for what he considered to be a heinous act: the killing of Armandus. However, he never forgave himself for the misdeed, accepting the tragedies in his life as payback for his offense in the bitter cold and foggy forests of the Ardennes. Later, his precious wife and son gave him solace, offering balm for the festering wound in his heart. But they would leave him. He wandered alone in this world, searching for relief from his misery, and his journey led him to the Belgian Congo, where he was befriended and loved by Catrin.

My name is Harley. I was thrown away when I was a child. But I was found by angels that folded me in their wings and delivered me to a safe place. It wasn’t heaven; it was imperfect in ways that mere mortals are apt to gaum things up, but it was close to paradise, especially for a young ‘un, with creeks to swim, hollows, cool, deep woods to explore, and hillsides on which to lay down in the sun, surrounded by fields of wildflowers and the whisper of the wind in the long, waving grass.

Harry Cunningham often likened bad luck to “a starving dog that followed him everywhere, eager to lap up his misery”. He was correct. Since childhood he was dogged by bad, even disastrous luck. Unbeknownst to him, there were guardians posted along the treacherous road he travelled, from the peanut fields of Georgia, to the jungles of Colombia, to the Arabian gulf, Texas, Mexico, and to the vast prairie of Illinois.

During the embryonic years of this nation, Indigo Island was cultivated with plantations and populated with slaves brought from West Africa to work them. Needless to say, life was hard for the slaves, but because of the remoteness of the sea island, they were allowed to keep much of their West African culture alive and devise an exclusive way of communicating - a patois of their own called "Gullah Gee Chee".