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Velda Brotherton
Category:
Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
ISBN-10: 1601549970
Type: Fiction
Pages: 312
Copyright: Feb, 2012
Price: $5.99 (eBook)
A multi-cultural western historical romance between a Cheyenne who hates his white father's world and a white woman abandoned by her fiance.
Abandoned by her fiance in remote Benson, Nebraska, Aiden O'Connor is run out of town by the good women. A blizzard traps her and her wounded captor, a half/white Cheyenne, in a cabin in the wilderness. The golden-haired warrior threatens to gut her, but circumstances mean the two must get along if they are to survive and make their way back to Fort Robinson where his people are being held prisoners.
After the betrayal of his mother's people, Stone Heart has sworn never again to speak the language of his white father. He vows to see that the surviving Northern Cheyenne are allowed to return to their home. But the red haired Irish woman has captured his heart and he can't abandon her, for surely she will die.
Together they must find a way to rescue The Beautiful People imprisoned at Ft. Robinson and build a life together
Excerpt
A shuffling of feet, movement of some kind, startled him fully awake. He had no idea how long he had slept, but someone was coming. Tilting his head, he listened. Not an animal, nor a big man. Someone small, weary. Even with his wounds, he would have no trouble overpowering this one and slitting its throat. The musket lay in the dark corner, for he had not yet loaded it. He hoped this was a white man approaching, for he desperately desired to count coup, repay the slaughter of the day before. Ignoring the lancing of pain, he crept toward the door, waited out of sight until his prey entered. The only light filtered into the gloom through that opening, and he could be upon the enemy without ever being seen.
The fur-shrouded figure that stepped into sight radiated fire about its head, rays of sun brilliant in long strands of tangled red hair. Already in motion, his arm clamped about its throat, cut off a high scream.
A woman. A white woman.
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