William Henry is a Fine Name

THE SHADOW OF A FACE IN THE WINDOW. THE QUILT ON THE LINE. HOWLING DOGS. THREATENING INTRUDERS AND A RAILROAD THAT RUNS UNDERGROUND.

Thirteen-year-old Robert had known little of these things growing up. His southern adolescence consisted of his mother, who viewed slavery as a natural part of life, and his father, whose late-night disappearances were becoming more frequent and disruptive.

Then there is William Henry, Robert's best friend. They did everything together-until the summer of 1859. ...