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Chapters (25)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. Teaser chapter

“They did,” Hawk answered, “but those two men are dead, so the horses belong to Winter Flower, and I think she wants to give them to you.” He saw Black Shirt’s eyes widen when he heard that, and he immediately took a closer look at them. “One other thing I should tell you,” Hawk said. “I was lucky to kill the two men before they had a chance to take out their lust on her. She’s got some bruises and cuts, but that happened when they first grabbed her. She’s still a maiden.” As soon as he said it, he hoped that was the case, recalling what she had told him, but she would have been damn lucky for it to be so, judging by the likes of the two men who stole her. More than likely, that would have been the first thought in their twisted minds. However, her father’s eyes were filled with gratitude to hear it. Hawk could imagine how badly the girl’s father and mother wanted to believe their daughter had escaped permanent harm. It occurred to Hawk that if Winter Flower swelled up pregnant for nine months, Black Shirt would probably think he was the father.

Unable to think of any reason to linger, now that Winter Flower was safely home, Hawk declared that he was expected to report to Fort Ellis yesterday, so he must regretfully take his leave now. It was not the case, of course, since he had been fired from his position as scout, but he was not inclined to hang around any longer. Overhearing him telling her father that he had to leave, Winter Flower broke free of her mother and sister long enough to come to him and express her thanks once again. She reached in her skirt pocket and drew Hawk’s feather out. “I will always keep this close to my heart, and I will always be grateful to you.” She beamed up at him. “We are children of the hawk, you and I.”

“Reckon so,” he said, and stepped up into the saddle, wheeled Rascal, and headed back the way he had come. It was not for him to question the ways of the spiritual world, having lived with the Indians as long as he had. A lot of things had happened in his life that he could not explain, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Maybe his getting fired by Lieutenant Meade happened so he could be in the right place and time to save Winter Flower. Why question it? He reached up and touched the feather in his hatband.

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3