His name was Colin Lowrie. A tall, red-haired Scot with the ancient clan pride of the Lowries. When the clans were broken- brutally massacred at Culloden Field- he was forced to flee. First to a barbaric slave plantation in the West Indies, then on to New Orleans and a life of lust and debauchery. Always, he carried with him the dream of the home from which he was forever exiled.