I am a descendent of Phoebe Cunningham through my maternal grandmother, from her second batch of children after the first batch of 4 were murdered. My last name isn't Cunningham, so I am not a direct descendant. My maternal grandmother was born in a house in the same town that Phoebe is buried in, Freed, WVa on Leading Creek Road. And we used to have our family reunions for several decades up a nearby branch hollow. My now-deceased Granny told me some of the stories that were handed down about Phoebe. I haven't read this book, but my 81 year old mother wants me to buy it for her, if I can figure out how to buy it online. I don't know if the book tells this, but, at one point while the white people were searching for her, immediately after her capture, she was being held in a cave under threat of death if she hollered out while the well-armed white settlers were directly above the cave, within hearing distance if she had hollered for help. And earlier, a neighbor in a nearby cabin who also was being attacked by the same Indians, chopped a hole in the back wall of his cabin and escaped into the woods. I forget the exact details of that, because my Granny told me that part of the story back in the late 1970's. I was there at Phoebe's grave in the late 1970's when a group of US military servicemen came (Army, I think) and did a ceremony to honor her husband who was a veteran of the Continental Army for 13 months fighting Indians, which became the US Army on June 14, 1775, which is Flag Day. It's clear why he chose to become a soldier and fight Indians, after his four children were murdered, and his wife kidnapped, and his log cabin burnt. He certainly had an "axe to grind".