Surrounded by the musket fire of the American Revolution, Rachel Garnet prays for her family to be safe. When the British invade the Mohawk Valley and her father and brother don’t return from the battle, she goes in pursuit of them. She finds her brother alive but her father has been killed at the hand of the enemy. Amidst the death, how can she ignore a cry for help? Rachel reluctantly takes in a badly wounded British officer. But how long can her sense of Christian duty repress her hatred for his scarlet coat? Passages of Scripture and fleeting images of society are all Andrew Wyndham recalls after he awakens to the log walls of his gentle prison. Even his name eludes him. Rachel Garnet insists he is a captain in the British army. He mourns the loss of his memory, but how can he hope to remember war when his “enemy” is capturing his heart? Andrew’s injuries are severe, his memory slow to return, and the secret of his existence too perilous to ignore. As Rachel nurses him back to health, his hidden scarlet coat threatens to expose the deeds of her merciful heart, and Andrew is forced to face a harrowing decision-Stay hidden and risk losing the woman he loves or turn himself in and risk losing his life.

Hello, I am Rachel Garnet. When my family left Boston four years ago, I think we had little idea what awaited us in the Mohawk Valley. The first couple of years, we carried our anticipation with us—breaking the land, building our cabin and barn, scratching a life out of this land that seemed almost a paradise in its beauty. Then Mama’s health failed and the Good Lord took her. A year later war between the colonies and Britain became official. Now Papa is gone, as well. Who else will God take from me? Perhaps I could bare these losses better if not for the confusion that plagues me at having the enemy, a British officer no less, in my home and under my care. My brother reminds me constantly of the danger of hiding him, suggesting we should have left him to die, but with each day he improves, and I cannot regret that. Especially as his memory continues to fail him. He claims he remembers nothing before he awoke here…nothing but random passages from the Bible. It becomes increasingly difficult for me to remember who he really is. Increasingly difficult not to acknowledge that he is an attractive man…and possibly a good one.