This is the story of Luther, a bronze giant, a swamp Negro, proud of his Indian blood. Luther had a daughter, fast-blossoming, almost a woman, and very much interested in men. She was a problem.
But she was nothing compared to Sarah, the wife of a neighboring farmer. For Sarah was lush and full and handsome, and when she looked at Luther's great elastic body, her look burned bright with desire. Luther knew what she wanted. He also knew she was a white woman.