For once, gran didn't look so good. That ever present spark in her eyes was... not there. Even her lips looked pale. "Gran, are you OK?" She lifted her head from the pillow and looked at me. Never had I seen her look in so much pain like this, like she was haunted. "No, I'm not. I'm so sorry. I never meant to... I nev...
She gazed out over her land, seeking revenge for the savages that had come to her colony. He was one of them. He was an enemy. A man as mysterious as the new moon over the prairie, but as tender as springtime. But when desperate times come, can an enemy become an ally? Highest Ranking #244 Historical Fiction