Neither the Leni Lenape nor the Iroquois called the land their own; for thousands of years, it had been inhabited by a mysterious people for whom they

had no name. And, yet, white men like Daniel Leet, William Crawford and George Washington surveyed dense forests with measuring chains, tomahawks at-the-ready, to claim hundreds of thousands of acres simply because they could, because it was all God's bounty, because, like silver or gold, it would provide wealth far greater than any civilization had known before. It was an ideal few would realize. But then, one day, two families laid roots in the wilds of western Pennsylvania.

The Survevor and the Silversmith is a story of horrendous genocide, righteous faith, and brazen greed. It is the story of two men who saw that Americas fortunes were not to be created by the gentry, but by the farmer--not by the statesman, but by the settler--not by currency, but by sweat.

It's a story of their children who marry and who, despite all odds, create a dynasty that became western Pennsylvania. It's the story of Washington, Beaver, Sewickley, and Edgeworth. And not until now has it ever been told.