Native Son

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Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton has pledged his allegiance to the newly elected commander of the rebel force, George Washington. But his heart belongs to fiery Elizabeth Howard, the beautiful daughter of Loyalists who, as the elusive courier Oriole, charms British officers by day and by night delivers their secrets to the Sons of Liberty. When General Washington arrives in Cambridge to take command of the American forces, he orders Carleton to undertake a perilous journey deep into Indian territory while ...

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Overview

Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton has pledged his allegiance to the newly elected commander of the rebel force, George Washington. But his heart belongs to fiery Elizabeth Howard, the beautiful daughter of Loyalists who, as the elusive courier Oriole, charms British officers by day and by night delivers their secrets to the Sons of Liberty. When General Washington arrives in Cambridge to take command of the American forces, he orders Carleton to undertake a perilous journey deep into Indian territory while Elizabeth continues to spy on the British in Boston. But as she expands her connections within Loyalist circles and gains access to the intelligence Washington so desperately needs, she receives news that far out in the wilderness Carleton has been captured by the Seneca. Despite all attempts to find him, his fate remains cloaked in mystery. In the summer of 1776, the war moves to New York, where British General William Howe prepares to unleash an overwhelming invasion force against Washington’s badly outmatched army at Brooklyn Heights. And gradually reports begin to filter back from the western frontiers that a new war chief has arisen among the Shawnee, a canny warrior named White Eagle who is leading devastating raids against both British and American outposts on the frontier.

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Editorial Reviews

Vickie McDonough
This book is extremely well-written, fast paced and engaging. Ms. Hochstetler’s knowledge of the various Indian tribes’ customs and daily living is quite amazing and intriguing. The faith message is powerful but deftly woven into the story in a realistic way. Readers will be anxiously awaiting the next book in this exciting series.
Mary Connealy
Hochstetler introduced me to a fascinating aspect of the revolution here and I’d say more except I don’t want to give away too much of the first book. If you haven’t read that book, I highly recommend you read the series in order.

I loved the glimpse into the lives of George Washington as he built his guerrilla forces into a fighting army, and the names and actions of the British Generals, intermixed with the fictionalized daring of our heroes. Fiction like this is
Erica Osburn
Native Son is an intensely moving story, impeccably researched and excellently written. It is an intricate look into some aspects of the birth of our nation, and the struggles and temptations faced by two unforgettable characters. J. M. Hochstetler expertly weaves a tale of historical fiction with a romance that must survive the trials and dangers of the times. Outstanding!
Erin Valentine
As with Daughter of Liberty, I am once again struck by the ability of Hochstetler to paint honest, even-handed portraits of people at war. She uses the keen eye of a historian to develop truthful relationships and concerns. This novel goes beyond the fighting in the colonies and travels into the lands of the Iroquois, Seneca, and Shawnee Indians, illustrating the author's obvious comprehension of a community both noble and brutal.
Dancing Word Reviews - Vickie McDonough
This book is extremely well-written, fast paced and engaging. Ms. Hochstetler’s knowledge of the various Indian tribes’ customs and daily living is quite amazing and intriguing. The faith message is powerful but deftly woven into the story in a realistic way. Readers will be anxiously awaiting the next book in this exciting series.
Christian Book Previews - Mary Connealy
Hochstetler introduced me to a fascinating aspect of the revolution here and I’d say more except I don’t want to give away too much of the first book. If you haven’t read that book, I highly recommend you read the series in order.

I loved the glimpse into the lives of George Washington as he built his guerrilla forces into a fighting army, and the names and actions of the British Generals, intermixed with the fictionalized daring of our heroes. Fiction like this is
Christian Book Previews - Erica Osburn
Native Son is an intensely moving story, impeccably researched and excellently written. It is an intricate look into some aspects of the birth of our nation, and the struggles and temptations faced by two unforgettable characters. J. M. Hochstetler expertly weaves a tale of historical fiction with a romance that must survive the trials and dangers of the times. Outstanding!
Novel Journey - Erin Valentine
As with Daughter of Liberty, I am once again struck by the ability of Hochstetler to paint honest, even-handed portraits of people at war. She uses the keen eye of a historian to develop truthful relationships and concerns. This novel goes beyond the fighting in the colonies and travels into the lands of the Iroquois, Seneca, and Shawnee Indians, illustrating the author's obvious comprehension of a community both noble and brutal.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781936438099
  • Publisher: Sheaf House Publishers, LLC
  • Publication date: 5/1/2012
  • Edition number: 2
  • Pages: 368
  • Product dimensions: 6.03 (w) x 8.96 (h) x 0.89 (d)

Meet the Author

J. M. Hochstetler is the daughter of Mennonite farmers. A graduate of Indiana University, she is the author of the American Patriot Series set during the American Revolution. Her contemporary novel One Holy Night was the Christian Small Publishers 2009 Book of the Year and finalist for the American Christian Fiction Writers 2009 Book of the Year. Formerly an associate editor with Abingdon Press, she is the publisher and editorial director of Sheaf House Publishers.

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Native Son


By J. M. Hochstetler

Zondervan

Copyright © 2005 J. M. Hochstetler
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-310-25257-1


Chapter One

"No chance to get away to see Beth tonight, I take it," Major Charles Andrews ventured.

Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton threw his aide a brooding look as he urged his bay stallion forward, farther out of earshot of the riders trailing down the road behind them. It was nearing two o'clock, Sunday, July 2, 1775. Pulling off his wide-brimmed slouch hat, he wiped his brow with the back of his gloved hand before settling it back on his head with a jerk.

"We'll undoubtedly be tied up with the generals until late."

Andrews pulled his mount alongside Carleton's. "I thought you'd break away yesterday when we stopped at Watertown to meet with the Provincial Congress."

Carleton shook his head in frustration. "The General insisted I stay. But I intend to see Beth tonight, even if it's past midnight before we get there."

"Washington has kept you on a short rein ever since we met him in New York."

"All to your credit, Charles. If you hadn't felt obliged to share every minute detail of my arrest and imminent hanging, we'd have been in Roxbury days ago."

"It's a good thing the General is being cautious," Andrews countered. "If Isaiah hadn't been on the alert on the road to New York, Gage's agents would have us aboard ship to England by now, trussed up like a covey of Christmas geese."

"And thank you for contributing a report on that little incident too," Carleton returned sourly. "You managed to persuade Washington that the price Gage has put on my head-and on yours-will prove too tempting for someone whose need for cold coin is greater than his allegiance to the cause of liberty."

Andrews returned a grin. "I'm a small fish. It's you Gage wants. Considering the reward he's offering, he obviously means to exact revenge for his humiliation at your hands. After all, you did pluck him clean of all the intelligence the Committee of Safety could have hoped for-while nestled sweetly in the General's bosom."

Carleton's face clouded. "That's what I despise about this. I should never have allowed myself to be persuaded to take on such a dishonorable role."

"But spying in time of war is an ancient and necessary profession-even a biblical one. Don't forget the twelve Hebrews who spied out the land of Canaan for Moses."

"Yes, and because they listened to the ten who had no faith instead of the two who trusted God, the children of Israel wandered in the desert for the next forty years," Carleton responded with a short laugh.

The day was hot and humid following an early morning rain. Lazy wisps of cloud drifting inland from the ocean dotted the cerulean sky overhead. At ground level, between the low, wooded hills four miles from Boston Harbor, the breeze barely stirred the trees that shouldered each other along the road's edge, and each plop of the horses' hooves onto the sandy soil kicked a plume of gritty dust into the air.

"I hate to admit it, but in this heat these buckskins are no more comfortable than our new uniforms would have been. And it occurs to me they'd make a better impression on Ward and his staff than Indian dress."

Andrews surveyed Carleton's dusty leather hunting shirt, leggings, and moccasins that matched his own. "You're undoubtedly right. They're already suspicious enough of you southerners being foisted on them without their having any say in the matter. I can imagine what they'll think if your former connection to the Shawnee comes out. But, alas, it's a tad late to transform ourselves into proper officers now."

"I'd as soon arrive in war paint with my head shaved," Carleton growled. "Let them think we're true savages, and maybe they'll mend their ways. But then, I've never been renowned for being exceptionally politic."

"That's an understatement, my friend. And speaking of diplomacy, how much have you told the General about you and Beth?"

Carleton grimaced. "Too deuced much, I fear. He seemed extraordinarily interested in Beth's role as spy and smuggler for the Sons of Liberty. But when I mentioned our intent to marry, he changed the subject rather abruptly."

Andrews raised an eyebrow. "Do you think he opposes your plans?"

His mouth tightening, Carleton turned in the saddle to measure the distance to the officers who rode at a leisurely pace behind them. All except their commander appeared too involved in conversation to pay him and Andrews much attention. As Carleton's glance met his, however, Washington spurred his stallion forward.

"I suspect I'll soon find out," Carleton said in an undertone as Washington closed the distance between them.

Both officers saluted as the newly elected commander of the Continental Army drew up beside them. Forty-three years old, with auburn hair and grey-blue eyes that smoldered with an inner fire, General George Washington exuded an immense physical energy that was both intimidating and highly attractive. A born horseman, powerful in build despite narrow, sloping shoulders, he possessed a natural charm that equally drew men and women to him.

On occasion, however, Carleton had witnessed the prodigious temper that lay beneath that charm. Most of the time it was clamped under iron control, but it was a force Washington had learned how to unleash to the greatest effect when other means failed to motivate those under his authority.

Studying his commander, Carleton harbored no doubt that the Continental Congress had chosen the right man for the difficult and delicate responsibility of molding into an effective fighting force the undisciplined and often contentious militia units besieging Boston. Considering the conflicts between the various factions in the Congress, he was confident the choice had resulted from much more than a merely human decision born of political considerations.

"I expect you are impatient to call on that young lady of yours," Washington observed.

Carleton forced a smile. "Indeed, I am. Miss Howard and I-"

"Unfortunately, I am going to need you at Cambridge until late," Washington cut him off. "We have urgent business to settle with Ward and his staff before any of us will be free to attend to personal interests."

Carleton felt Washington's penetrating gaze on him, but deliberately did not meet it. Keeping his expression and tone carefully neutral, he said, "I wait upon your convenience, sir."

Frowning, he stared along the curve of the road that stretched before them to the small town of Cambridge, currently the center of the rebel army besieging Boston and its garrison of British troops commanded by Lieutenant General Thomas Gage, commander in chief of His Majesty's armies in North America. To their right, the land sloped to the banks of the Charles River, where the knee-deep grasses had been mowed and raked into windrows to provide fodder for the army's horses.

He drew in a deep breath of the drying hay's heavy, sweet fragrance but could take no pleasure in it. Once more the subject of most interest to him had been abruptly turned aside. And the feeling that this boded no good to his hopes sank to the bottom of his gut like a leaden weight.

Three-quarters of a mile ahead, past the handsome mansions dubbed Tory Row for the politics of their wealthy owners, the road terminated in a wide, grassy field at the town's center. Formerly a pasture for the townspeople's animals, the Common had been entrenched and turned into a campsite for soldiers, as had every available field in and around Cambridge-around every town surrounding Boston, in fact, from Dorchester to Winisimmit.

Along the Common's farthest boundary Carleton could make out the three-story red brick buildings of Harvard College. With the beginning of the siege, they, as well as many other buildings in the town, had been commandeered to house rebel troops.

As they drew steadily nearer, Carleton noted idly that on this quiet Sabbath large groups of soldiers lounged at ease among the weathered tents and ramshackle huts dotting the Common. Here and there the smoke of campfires twined upward, adding another pungent scent to the sea tang blowing off the bay. At the field's far side a group played a game of rounders, hitting a ball with a stick, then running from one base to another.

Washington followed his gaze. "What is your estimation of the troops' discipline and abilities?"

Carleton wrenched his thoughts back from the subject that had occupied very nearly every waking moment since he had left Roxbury a fortnight earlier. "Judging by their performance on Charlestown peninsula, their abilities are excellent. As far as discipline is concerned, there's much work to do, not only among the rank and file but among the officers as well."

"New lords, new laws," Andrews put in, his tone dry. "What's needed is some extensive housecleaning."

Washington shot him a keen glance. "Which will not be welcomed by anyone. We need to tread carefully if we hope to gain the army's cooperation."

Each occupied by private concerns, they rode without speaking until they reached the street that curved around the northern boundary of Cambridge Common. This terminated at an intersecting thoroughfare that ran southwest through the town and on into the country, a road with which Carleton was well familiar. After crossing the Charles River, it curved back to the southeast toward Brooklyne. Four miles farther along it, the village of Roxbury nestled on the bluffs above the bay, overlooking the narrow neck of land that connected Boston to the mainland.

As it crossed Stony Brook on the edge of this village, the thoroughfare passed the mansion of Tess Howard, who with her niece Elizabeth played the part of loyalists to the crown. From the beginning of the conflict between Britain and her colonies, however, both had secretly used every wile and resource to aid the Sons of Liberty.

It had been two weeks since he and Andrews had left Tess's home for New York following Carleton's rescue from a British scaffold, two weeks since he had held Elizabeth Howard in his arms and tasted the heady wine of her kisses. But although the longing to see her, to reassure himself of her love, had intensified into an almost unbearable ache deep in his breast, he took care to reveal nothing of his thoughts.

Also to the right along this intersecting road and directly opposite Cambridge Common stood an imposing gambrel-roofed mansion formerly owned by Harvard's steward, Jonathan Hastings. Currently the house served as headquarters to General Artemis Ward, commander of the left wing of the rebel army encamped around the perimeter of Boston since the skirmishes at Lexington and Concord two and a half months earlier. There another road branched off, one Carleton could not keep from mentally tracing as well. It angled northeast, leading inexorably to Charlestown peninsula, where the charred ruins of that town bore mute testimony to the savage battle fought on the heights above it while he had suffered the agonies of the damned in a British gaol.

Fighting the dread certainty that Elizabeth was in the midst of the battle. Terrified that she would be killed. Wrestling with physical extremity brought on by brutal beatings, deprivation of food and water, fearful anticipation of the hangman's rope that awaited him.

How could he not have known that she would find a way to save him? She had led him back to the Lord, after all, had been the instrument God had used to impart forgiveness and reconciliation to his prodigal son.

All Carleton wanted now was to spend the rest of his life loving this remarkable woman. But relentlessly the fear tightened around his heart that even as the physical distance between them grew shorter, the sweet hopes he cherished were slipping ever further out of his reach.

He would not allow that to happen, he reassured himself. No matter what the consequences, he would never again allow any obstacle to part him from Elizabeth.

"Please! Don't take my leg! Dear God, don't let 'em take my leg!"

With the assistance of the two surgeon's mates, Elizabeth Howard wrestled the screaming soldier onto the makeshift surgery table. Satisfied that the mates had their patient under control, she cautiously relinquished her hold.

While they held him down, she deftly buckled leather straps across his chest and arms, his pelvis, and his healthy leg. Finished, she covered him with blankets and slipped a small pillow under his head.

"Whatever happens, hold the leg steady until I finish the cut," ordered Dr. Benjamin Church, directing a frown at his assistants. "I don't want to splinter this limb."

"God, help me! I cain't tend my farm if I'm a cripple!"

Elizabeth dabbed the perspiration from her forehead with the edge of her apron and impatiently pushed out of her eyes the dark auburn curls that had escaped from her chignon in the struggle. Wringing out a cloth in the basin of water, she leaned over the anguished soldier to sponge his face, fighting not to gag at the stench of rotting flesh, blood, and sweat that pervaded the room.

"Other men have managed quite well," she soothed him. "You will too. You still have one good leg, and before we release you, you'll be fitted with a peg leg that will allow you to do most of your farm work as you always have."

He stared up at her, his eyes boring into hers, pleading. "My wife don't need no useless cripple to take care of with three young 'uns."

"I suspect she'd rather have you alive and by her side than in a grave. We've done all we can. If we don't amputate, you'll die."

"I'd be better off dead than alive and half a man!"

As gently as possible Elizabeth forced a twisted length of cloth between his clenched teeth. "I assure you, Sergeant Wilkerson, your manhood will remain fully intact."

Both mates guffawed as the sergeant's face mottled to a dull red. Grinning meaningfully at each other, they positioned themselves on either side of Church.

Elizabeth shot them a severe look. "Faith, but this is hardly a laughing matter. You wouldn't be quite so brave, I think, if it were you on this table."

The two mates studiously applied themselves to holding their writhing comrade still while Elizabeth cut away the bandage that wrapped the sergeant's right leg from thigh to ankle. Checking the tension of the tourniquet's heavy, worsted tape that was wrapped around the man's upper thigh, she adjusted the screw slightly.

Church tapped the curved amputation knife against his other hand. "You gave him plenty of rum?"

With a practiced motion she wound several lengths of tape around Wilkerson's bare leg just below the site of the cut. "All we could spare. Our stock is so depleted we've been forced to water it down. I'm afraid it won't do him much good."

(Continues...)



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Native Son Copyright 2005 by J. M. Hochstetler Requests for information should be addressed to:
Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Hochstetler, J. M.
Native son / J. M. Hochstetler.
p. cm.—(American patriot series ; bk. 2)
ISBN-10: 0-310-25257-1 (softcover)
ISBN-13: 978-0-310-25257-3 (softcover)
1. United States—History—Revolution, 1775—1783—Fiction. I. Title.
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Chapter 1
'No chance to get away to see Beth tonight, I take it,' Major Charles Andrews ventured.
Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton threw his aide a brooding look as he urged his bay stallion forward, farther out of earshot of the riders trailing down the road behind them. It was nearing two o'clock,
Sunday, July 2, 1775. Pulling off his wide-brimmed slouch hat, he wiped his brow with the back of his gloved hand before settling it back on his head with a jerk.
'We'll undoubtedly be tied up with the generals until late.'
Andrews pulled his mount alongside Carleton's. 'I thought you'd break away yesterday when we stopped at Watertown to meet with the Provincial Congress.'
Carleton shook his head in frustration. 'The General insisted I stay. But I intend to see Beth tonight, even if it's past midnight before we get there.'
'Washington has kept you on a short rein ever since we met him in New York.'
'All to your credit, Charles. If you hadn't felt obliged to share every minute detail of my arrest and imminent hanging, we'd have been in Roxbury days ago.'
'It's a good thing the General is being cautious,' Andrews countered.
'If Isaiah hadn't been on the alert on the road to New York, Gage's agents would have us aboard ship to England by now, trussed up like a covey of Christmas geese.'
'And thank you for contributing a report on that little incident too,' Carleton returned sourly. 'You managed to persuade Washington that the price Gage has put on my head—and on yours—will prove too tempting for someone whose need for cold coin is greater than his allegiance to the cause of liberty.'
Andrews returned a grin. 'I'm a small fish. It's you Gage wants.
Considering the reward he's offering, he obviously means to exact revenge for his humiliation at your hands. After all, you did pluck him clean of all the intelligence the Committee of Safety could have hoped for—while nestled sweetly in the General's bosom.'
Carleton's face clouded. 'That's what I despise about this. I should never have allowed myself to be persuaded to take on such a dishonorable role.'
'But spying in time of war is an ancient and necessary profession—
even a biblical one. Don't forget the twelve Hebrews who spied out the land of Canaan for Moses.'
'Yes, and because they listened to the ten who had no faith instead of the two who trusted God, the children of Israel wandered in the desert for the next forty years,' Carleton responded with a short laugh.
The day was hot and humid following an early morning rain. Lazy wisps of cloud drifting inland from the ocean dotted the cerulean sky overhead. At ground level, between the low, wooded hills four miles from Boston Harbor, the breeze barely stirred the trees that shouldered each other along the road's edge, and each plop of the horses' hooves onto the sandy soil kicked a plume of gritty dust into the air.
'I hate to admit it, but in this heat these buckskins are no more comfortable than our new uniforms would have been. And it occurs to me they'd make a better impression on Ward and his staff than Indian dress.'
Andrews surveyed Carleton's dusty leather hunting shirt, leggings,
and moccasins that matched his own. 'You're undoubtedly right.
They're already suspicious enough of you southerners being foisted on them without their having any say in the matter. I can imagine what they'll think if your former connection to the Shawnee comes out. But,
alas, it's a tad late to transform ourselves into proper officers now.'
'I'd as soon arrive in war paint with my head shaved,' Carleton growled. 'Let them think we're true savages, and maybe they'll mend their ways. But then, I've never been renowned for being exceptionally politic.'
'That's an understatement, my friend. And speaking of diplomacy,
how much have you told the General about you and Beth?'
Carleton grimaced. 'Too deuced much, I fear. He seemed extraordinarily interested in Beth's role as spy and smuggler for the Sons of Liberty. But when I mentioned our intent to marry, he changed the subject rather abruptly.'
Andrews raised an eyebrow. 'Do you think he opposes your plans?'
His mouth tightening, Carleton turned in the saddle to measure the distance to the officers who rode at a leisurely pace behind them.
All except their commander appeared too involved in conversation to pay him and Andrews much attention. As Carleton's glance met his,
however, Washington spurred his stallion forward.
'I suspect I'll soon find out,' Carleton said in an undertone as Washington closed the distance between them.
Both officers saluted as the newly elected commander of the Continental Army drew up beside them. Forty-three years old, with auburn hair and grey-blue eyes that smoldered with an inner fire, General George Washington exuded an immense physical energy that was both intimidating and highly attractive. A born horseman, powerful in build despite narrow, sloping shoulders, he possessed a natural charm that equally drew men and women to him.
On occasion, however, Carleton had witnessed the prodigious temper that lay beneath that charm. Most of the time it was clamped under iron control, but it was a force Washington had learned how to unleash to the greatest effect when other means failed to motivate those under his authority.
Studying his commander, Carleton harbored no doubt that the Continental Congress had chosen the right man for the difficult and delicate responsibility of molding into an effective fighting force the undisciplined and often contentious militia units besieging Boston.
Considering the conflicts between the various factions in the Congress,
he was confident the choice had resulted from much more than a merely human decision born of political considerations.
'I expect you are impatient to call on that young lady of yours,'
Washington observed.
Carleton forced a smile. 'Indeed, I am. Miss Howard and I—'
'Unfortunately, I am going to need you at Cambridge until late,'
Washington cut him off. 'We have urgent business to settle with Ward and his staff before any of us will be free to attend to personal interests.'
Carleton felt Washington's penetrating gaze on him, but deliberately did not meet it. Keeping his expression and tone carefully neutral,
he said, 'I wait upon your convenience, sir.'
Frowning, he stared along the curve of the road that stretched before them to the small town of Cambridge, currently the center of the rebel army besieging Boston and its garrison of British troops commanded by Lieutenant General Thomas Gage, commander in chief of His Majesty's armies in North America. To their right, the land sloped to the banks of the Charles River, where the knee-deep grasses had

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2008

    Great Historical!

    Native Son was just as good as the first book in the series, Daughter of Liberty. The characters are the kind you think about long after the book is done because they are complex and extraordinary. The twists and turns in the plot kept me turning pages until the very end. Then, I was immediately trying to find out when the next book was scheduled for release. Great book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2006

    Intriguing sequel

    J. M. Hochstetler¿s second book in the American Patriot Series, Native Son, draws readers into the compelling first chapter. Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton meets with George Washington to discuss the patriot troops¿ readiness for war against trained British soldiers. Meanwhile, doctor¿s assistant Elizabeth Howard ties down a wounded man and helps the doctor amputate the man¿s gangrenous leg to save his life. As a patriot spy working in a Tory hospital, Elizabeth faces constant danger of discovery. Although Jonathan and Elizabeth determine to marry at the earliest opportunity, circumstances and General Washington¿s orders conspire to separate them. Carleton heads into Indian Territory, while Elizabeth stays behind. They believe God has inspired their commitment to the Patriot cause, but as the separation stretches to months, each struggles with how it will affect their relationship. When Carleton¿s negotiations with several Indian tribes turn sour, the Mohawks take him prisoner. Elizabeth wonders at Carleton¿s fate as time passes with no word from him. As she continues her work, one of the men helping her discovers her true role and threatens to expose her as a spy. Faced with danger at every turn, both Elizabeth and Carleton draw strength from the God they trust. But will it be enough as the pressures they face slowly change each of them and each continues to wonder about the fate of the other? Native Son holds as much historical detail as the first book in the series, Daughter of Liberty. However, Hochstetler¿s clear writing and obvious research make both books intriguing reads. The detail in the medical scenes is exquisite and gave me an eye-opening understanding of Revolutionary War-era amputation and medical care. Fascinating details also enhance the scenes in which the Mohawks hold Carleton prisoner and in later scenes when he lives with the Delaware Indians. Although Carleton and Elizabeth spend most of the book separated by many miles and different cultures, the strength of both characters easily carries the book. For fans of historicals, this series is a must. Watch for Hochstetler¿s third book in the American Patriot series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2006

    Even better than the first!

    Native Son is the second book in author J.M. Hochstetler¿s The American Patriot Series, and is every bit as magnificently composed as the first--if not more so. Picking up where Daughter of Liberty left off, Native Son reprises the suspenseful setting and believable characters of book one and indelibly seals the heart of the reader to the author¿s work. With Patriot¿s identity exposed and a huge price on his head, he is no longer of any use to the Revolutionaries as a spy¿but his previous experience living with a tribe of Native Americans qualifies him for an even more dangerous assignment. Oriole, however, has not yet been exposed and therefore must remain behind to continue gathering intelligence for General Washington and his troops. The intertwining of these two stories keeps readers riveted to their seats from the first page to the last¿and anxiously awaiting book three.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2005

    Wonderfully detailed historical novel

    Native Son is a wonderfully detailed novel from a historian more than skilled in the craft of writing fiction! Hochstetler weaves a rich, descriptive tale with characters that practically leap off the page. The second in a series preceded by 'Daughter of Liberty,' readers join Jonathan Carleton and Elizabeth Howard in further adventures and spiritual growth as they fill their respective roles in the fight for freedom. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Elizabeth's spy missions for General Washington and the sons of Liberty, as well as Carleton's foray back into the Native American culture. As the fight for freedom escalates and the stakes continue to rise, readers will find themselves unable to stop turning the page. Looking forward to the next book in the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2005

    An exciting journey into our nation's history!

    Native Son, the second book of The American Patriot Series, continues the saga of Brigadier General Jonathan Carleton and the woman who has stolen his heart, Elizabeth Howard. Each have pledged their allegiance to General George Washington. Elizabeth¿s spy mission sends her gathering information among the Loyalists while Jonathan¿s orders send him deep into Indian Territory. When Elizabeth learns Jonathan has been captured by the Indians, she tries desperately to gain information about the man she loves. Unable to learn of Jonathan¿s fate, she is forced to continue life with the uncertainty of whether or not he is alive. Jonathan¿s life changes drastically when he becomes a slave to the tribe who captured him. He must endure decisions that put him in battle against the people to whom he has pledged his allegiance. Native Son is an excellent portrayal of both sides of the Revolutionary War. Mrs. Hochstetler¿s riveting historical tale goes a step further and takes the reader to another side¿the suffering of the Native Americans during this chapter of our nation¿s history.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2005

    Great read!

    Loved it! What a terrific mix of history and storytelling! Real events in our nation¿s history come to life as you follow the wonderful storyline and fall in love with the characters. Native Son contains every bit the action and intrigue you loved in Daughter of Liberty, the first book in the series, with the romance between the hero and heroine deepening, then undergoing a test as their paths take them separate directions for a while. I can¿t wait for the next book in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2005

    Another home run from Hochstetler!

    Hochstetler has done it again, crafting a riveting story around our nation¿s history in a page-turner that both entertains and educates. The characters of Elizabeth and Jonathan are deeply embedded in my heart and soul now, such that I dreaded reading the last page knowing how long I must wait for the next book in this series! I¿m amazed at the attention to detail and setting that literally filled my senses with the sights, smells, and feel of this era. These, along with actual historical figures whose stories are perfectly woven into this fictional account, make this one of those rare books that stays with you long after you finish reading it. Years ago, as a sixth grader, I read Harold Keith¿s Rifles for Watie, a historical novel that first taught me about the Civil War from a human perspective. Forty years later, I¿ve never forgotten that book and that story, and I credit it with my life-long passion for history. In the same way, I believe this American Patriot series by J.M. Hochstetler (Daughter of Liberty and now Native Son) would make excellent teaching tools, making this part of our history come alive for students of all ages. Outstanding! My only complaint is the pending wait for Book 3!

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    I love this author....she sucks you right in to 1775

    Native Son is an amazing and intricately woven sequel to Daughter of Liberty. Words can't describe how pleased I am with this book. I will give it my best shot, though it will still be sorely understated. The plot is accurate and carries you along like a swift current, the characters are distinct and engaging and you want to see them find healing and happiness. The end leaves you begging for more., though I won't spoil it for you by giving it away. I read a lot of historical fiction both ABA and CBA and this story ranks as number 1 on my list of favorites. The author sucked me right into 1775 and I felt like I was living in a dangerous world--a cross between The Patriot and The Last of the Mohicans. The attention to detail illustrates what a gifted historian the author is. Unlike many historicals, this one doesn't gloss over the elements of the era, and feels authentic right down to the horrors of war. The spiritual element is a natural part of the story. It's very believable and practical without sounding preachy. Temptations experienced by characters are not smoothed over and in fact, add to the tension and beauty of the story. The different cultures are expertly contrasted and you feel Carleton's pain over having to choose, especially being a wanted man on all sides. What can I say? This well-written novel sucked me in, had me up late and sitting on the edge of my seat, plucked at my heartstrings, then held me captive standing at the finish line, begging for more. This author has what it takes! If you choose to read Native Son, it will be worth your while all around.

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  • Posted February 26, 2009

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    Re-acquainting Americans with their Roots

    Following "Daughter of Liberty," George Washington, commander of the American Forces separates Elizabeth Howard and Jonathan Carleton when he asks Elizabeth to resume spying against the British in Boston, while he promotes Jonathan to Brigadier General and orders him on a secret mission to recruit Shawnee Indians to raid British outposts just as reinforced British troops amass to invade New York.

    J.M. Hochstetler takes us in her time machine and transforms poster-stamp names in history, such as George Washington, John Hancock or Samuel Adams, into real characters we can see, hear and at times even smell, like or dislike depending on their moods or deeds. She helps readers reconnect to the "pluck" that built her nation's love of freedom and independent enterprise. In these difficult economic times, Americans need to be reminded of the resourcefulness and courage of their forebears, of the united spirit that rescued them from poverty and tyranny, and to show them that once again they can rise to overcome oppressive conditions.

    This fictional trilogy set in the American Revolution is not only a thoroughly entertaining Five-Star read but also belongs in every library across the country, especially from middle schools to universities. As required reading, it would certainly make history the exciting study it truly is and give back to Americans pride in their heritage.

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