In the spring of 1854, Anton Parker laid his eyes upon the lovely plateau overlooking the Nevada desert, westward bound, an emigrant to the promise of California. Pausing along the post-Gold Rush route, Parker envisioned profits from the flow of humanity to follow. Inspired by fortune, he built a fort and christened the settlement, 'Saraville', after his daughter. In one-hundred-fifty years, Saraville has changed; but not the human heart. As with any small town, Saraville overflows with charm, belying the undercurrent of truth beneath the facade of published history. It contains its tales of interracial accord and mismatched attraction, beginning the moment Anton Parker held his oxen tight and surveyed his domain, remaining a focal point of betrayal and redemption.