No bullet could kill him. No army could capture him.
Eddie Macon is running from a nightmare... running to a dream... and running for his life.
MARY PICKFORD...with the sunny curls and tawdry tatters, the roguish smile, quaint impudence and splendid faith of the inimitable Tess. (Print Ad- Sunday Oregonian, ((Portland Ore.)) 31 December 1922)
South Africa, 1963. A mother's love. A family's courage.
The rich get richer... and sometimes the poor get richer too.