Amos McBride, like his father, Truitt and his great-aunt, Tildy had the "sight." It seemed to run in the family. Amos supposed it was a gift, if gift was the right word for it. Sometimes his people just knew things; handy things like when to plant, when to harvest, what the weather might be. They knew life in the Great Smokey Mountains where existence is a slow, predictable and comforting cycle. That's the way it had always been; how they thought it always would be. That is until the spring of 1905 until the strangers came and brought with them a new knowing. The first victim was a pig; the...