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The salt breeze tangled in Maya Anderson's hair as a distant shoreline emerged beyond the endless blue.
America.
She and her closest friend, Veronica Clark, had left London with little more than what they could carry and no certainty of what waited beyond the ocean.
Their journey would take them farther west, from the new port of New York, to the vast prairies of Kansas.
She came to Kansas looking for a beginning.
She never expected to find one in him.
Who could have imagined that, among open fields, restless horses and endless skies, Maya would cross paths with a stubborn young native man who seems determined to challenge her at every turn, yet is far more observant than he lets anyone know.
Somewhere between the life she left behind and the one she is beginning to build, Maya finds herself wondering whether some journeys lead us toward places,
Or toward people...
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"You know," she whispered, "for someone who argues with me about anything and everything, you're unusually quiet tonight."
Puma looked at her, the fading sunlight catching in his eyes.
"Then I suppose," he said, gently threading his fingers through hers, "I should probably find better ways of distracting you."
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