from Chapter One:
Amity stepped out into the dawn and shivered. She called to Ned, but he was already loping toward her. "Good Ned," she said as she stroked the dog, keeping him close beside her. He did not need her grasp on him, but she needed his warmth. More than that, she admitted, she needed him to make her feel safe. For something chilled the air.
It had never been her nature to be afraid, but now an invasion was coming. An enemy army was heading down from Canada -- thousands of redcoats, with muskets and bayonets and cannons, and fear drifted like a cold mist over the farms of the upper Hudson River valley.