Adopted by the Sioux as a young child, Meadow thinks of herself as one of the People, until a white visitor to their camp notices her pale coloring and begins to question her background. On the verge of consummating her vows with the virile young chief who’s captured her heart, she is torn from the life she loves while he must risk his freedom to rescue her.
5.0 out of 5 stars Black horse, January 1, 2014
This review is from: Black Horse (Kindle Edition)
I do not ever spend a whole day reading a book, but this one I could not put down! A page turner to remember! I have read many books by many authors in my life…but this is the best I have ever read! This author is a genius.
“What do you think will become of us?” Meadow asked Black Horse as they continued on their endless journey.
A heavy sigh echoed from the war chief before he finally spoke. “I wish I could tell you that everything would turn out the way Wakan Tanka meant for it to be for our people…that our bellies would always be full of buffalo and sweet berries and that the white men would go back to their own lands and leave us to live in peace on the lands that have belonged to us since the beginning of time. But that is apparently not what destiny holds for us. We will continue to fight with our enemies, and every single day will continue to be a struggle for our people. Yet, in spite of all of that—and because of all of that—we will always, always find a way to survive. We will have many children so that our people will never fade away completely, and most of all, we will love one another with a passion that cannot be equaled until we take our last dying breath.”
As battle brews between the Utes and the white settlers in Colorado Territory, one bronze-skinned warrior will risk his honor and his life to claim the redheaded beauty who’s captured his heart.
5.0 out of 5 stars . This review is from: White Owl (Kindle Edition)
“I could not put this book down. I never wanted it to end. The romance was exquisite and exciting. I will definitely be reading more of her books.”
“This was her room,” Tate responded to White Owl’s silent plea. “Look around. She packed her belongings and asked our father to take her as far away from here–and you–as possible.”
As Tate’s words penetrated his mind, White Owl turned back to the room. It was room…just a room, void of anything personal that could distinguish it as Rose’s room. He stepped inside and took a closer look around. It wasn’t until he noticed the shiny object laying on the bureau that he realized it was true. There on the delicate white lace doily was the shimmering gold heart necklace he had seen her wear on several occasions when they had met in the barn or she had come to watch him at the Ute racetrack. His insides twisted into a tight ball, and his knees felt weak as the reality settled into his aching heart. She really was gone.
“See, I told you, Injun,” Tate spit out as White Owl remained unmoving in the middle of the room. “Now, I want you off of our land. I will shoot you dead if you ever come back.”
White Owl stood mute. He couldn’t speak, but he did think about provoking the man so that he would fulfill his threat to shoot him. Why would he want to take another breath if Rose was not here anymore?