Colonel Conor Campbell said goodbye to Washington, DC, the Pentagon, and the whole Beltway Complex. He had enough of the climb of success, the constant moves of a US Army intelligence officer, and above all, a failed marriage. He wanted to go home to the beloved Ozark foothills of eastern Oklahoma to seek the comfort of familiar places and live on his own land. Adair County had always given Conor a sense of peace, a place where four generations of the Campbell family had made their home after the great walk of sorrows, also known as the Trail of Tears. Being a proud member of the Cherokee Nation had always given him a sense of belonging no matter how far he traveled. What Conor did not know at the time was that he was about to step into a world very different from his memories, a world that would overshadow anything he had encountered in his life thus far. The verdant hills and secluded hollows of eastern Oklahoma held secrets meant to be retained only by those of the initiated. This new world of mystery, intrigue, and danger, which awaited him, far surpassed anything Conor encountered in the army.