LOGINColonel Edward Kincade has returned to where it all started, back to his beloved Montana. But he has his hands full. The world is different now, and although he tried to raise her the best way he could after his wife died, he now has one hell of a rebellious young lady on his hands...and that is not what he needs right now. To help "tame her wild spirit" he devises a plan with his Lieutenant to marry her off to him. He thinks is a good match. Samantha grew up during the War Between the States. Her father, Colonel Kincade, was absent through most of her childhood. Sure they were living together at the Fort, but his life was dedicated to the United States Army, not his daughter. He raised her to be a survivor, a soldier, and now he was trying to make her a "good soldier's wife." But she wanted more, she wanted to travel, see the world, and more than anything else, she wanted freedom and independence. After sneaking out to go riding one day, Samantha meets Howling Wolf, a warrior from a Native band of Kiowa. The handsome brave stirs feelings in her that no man has ever even dared before. When he is captured and beaten at the Fort, Sam races to his rescue and helps him escape. Can Samantha help save him and his people from the US Cavalry? Will she admit to her feelings for him? Will he accept her when he figures out who her father is?
View MoreHowling Wolf sat in the shadows of his cell. He kept his back to the wall of the tiny enclosure while his trained eyes remained locked on the door to the jail. The bugle’s shrill cry had awakened him from the fitful slumber and thrust him back into the world of a captive. The stinging crosses of razor sharp pain raked across his back, reminding him of why this plan must be successful. Kincade and his blue coats must be dealt with. They all must pay. The Kiowa must have their revenge. The spirits of his ancestors cry out for it. It is the only way for them to finally walk the red road and rest in peace with the ones who have gone before them.
Howling Wolf sat on the makeshift exam table, tensing as the doctor carefully tended to the criss crossing wounds on his back and upper torso. Alexandria stood by, eyeing the silent man closely, unsure if she could trust this injured Kiowa. Staring at his figure, she felt her body tremble.&
Sitting in the hospital, Isabella gritted her teeth as Doc Roberts dabbed the blood stained rag at the deep gash on her shoulder. A wave of nausea threatened to rise from her gut but she pushed it back down with sheer determination.“Well young lady,” the kind old doctor smiled at his young patient as he had many times before. “it looks like I’ll have to stitch this one up my dear.”“Whatever ya say Doc.” Bella forced a brave smile. She weakly held herself upright on the table in Doc’s cabin. She knew what was coming. Doc Roberts had been tending her wounds since she was old enough to
Isabella galloped across the open field, enjoying the feel of the wind whipping though her hair. Glancing over her shoulder, she fought the sudden urge to laugh as Lieutenant Sancraint struggled to keep up with her. Slowing down by a nearby river, which had turned into a raging monster due to recent rains, she paused to let him catch up with her.A sudden weak cry for help snapped Bella’s head around. She spurred Thunderbolt downstream, searching the water for the cries owner. Bella gasped when she spotted a young Indian girl, no more than four or five years of age, clinging to a fallen branch in the middle of the roaring river. The branch had become lodged against two large rocks, the force of the sw