As Nutank's children continue their legacy of personal liberty, the country is in the throes of its own Pathway to Liberty. Set against the backdrop of the American Revolution, Nutank faces his own struggles between accepting his children's opposing decisions regarding their involvement in the conflict and his personal belief that war only destroys lives, yet settles little.
On a peaceful April morning in Vermont, while the pleasing sound of the loon's call was being heard across the placid waters of Lake Memphremagog, musket fire was shattering the morning's calm to the south on the village green at Lexington, Massachusetts. These first shots of the American Revolution were ushering in a new nation. But the birthing process would prove for many to be exceptionally long and exceedingly painful. The story begun in Abenaki Autumn continues as Nutank's family navigates the many different pathways to liberty confronting each of them.

War and passions erupt violently when Native American and European Cultures collide
"Were I in my village tonight, I would hear the wind moving through the trees. I think maybe I might hear also a child laugh somewhere within a neighbor's lodge. Here I hear music coming from the large stone house, but I do not hear the wind working its way through these trees. Torches and candles burn everywhere as if to turn night into day, but your people do not gather around the flames. Your fires are only lit to provide light, and the brightness of this light drives away the peoples' view of the stars from your night sky. Then while I wonder at why you would do this, you shoot make-believe stars and thunder up into the sky. When I breathe I cannot smell the earth of your land. All this is so, so different for me."
"Did my father run along the pathway leading north from our village?
Did he search for sign possibly left by my moccasins as I passed that way? It has been so long, so long. What has he told my mother that could comfort her in her agony and worry? Do my parents hear me when the wind blows and the trees sway? Do they look in the new fallen snow for my footprints?"