Publisher's Synopsis
The soil was pure clay. Pure Hell truth be told. Moshe Dayan was working on an archaeological dig he'd had active for several years. Located near the residential buildings of the Ben-Yehuda Kibbutz, the dig's modest size and odd circumstances had spurred Dayan's interest and caused kibbutz leader David Ben-Gurion to spare the land from new planting.
Moshe had found clear evidence of an ancient Mormon settlement. He had discovered home foundations, farm implements, and even occasional written documents authored by active, faithful Mormons. At some point a village populated by these alternative Christian believers had thrived. Now it was gone. And it had been gone for a very long time.
One hundred years? One hundred and fifty years? Who knew? Demon gossip argued that Mormons had indeed settled there, claiming that only the brave pioneers who had survived in Utah could have made a go of it in Hell. Lucifer himself had no knowledge secret town. Could Mormons indeed have been its secret inhabitants?
