When historian Cassandra Evans takes a solo trip to the Black Hills, she expects to find echoes of the past-not become trapped inside it. One storm, one impossible lightning strike, and she awakens in 1866... on the eve of war. Among the Lakota people, trust must be earned-and danger lies everywhere. As Cassandra struggles to survive in a world where every word, every glance matters, a quiet friendship grows with Tokala, a wary warrior haunted by loss. But history is a river that cannot be easily changed-and as the storm of conflict draws closer, Cassandra must decide: can she remain a silent observer... or will her presence alter the course of lives forever? *I'm writing this story with great respect for Lakota history and culture. I'm not Indigenous, and if I get anything wrong, that's on me. I truly welcome feedback from Native readers as I learn.*
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