Don't T**t My Patience

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• Wyld at Heart   In the Jail House Now

  Howling 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.

• Wyld at Heart   Choices and Consequences

  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.&

• Wyld at Heart   Don't T**t My Patience

  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

• Wyld at Heart   Jump First, Ask Later

  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

• Wyld at Heart   Catch Me If Y*u Can

  Montana 1866, Fort Kinsey StablesThe sun’s bright rays cast their glow over the horizon, dazzling the sky in an array of oranges, reds, purples and pinks. The Fort lay quiet, the many occupants still slumbering in their beds before the day’s many tasks. In the darkness near the Colonel’s home, a lone figure crept from shadow to shadow, hoping to avoid detection as it snaked its way along several buildings on it’s way towards the Fort Kinsey stables. As the figure reached the rear of the stables, it crawled across the wooden planks behind the structure, mischievous green eyes darting around to be sure they were alone. Reaching the front of the stables, the figure slowly opened the fr

• Wyld at Heart   Prologue

  Montana Wilderness, March 1849An array of bright reds, oranges and pinks began to fade slowly into the deep blues and purples of the late evening sky. Humidity hung in the air like a dense wet blanket, suffocating anything that dared breathe. Sergeant Edward Kincade paced back and forth on his front porch, the thick leather soles of his military issued brogans stirring loose dirt from the worn floorboards. Edward paused only long enough to pull the itchy woolen fabric of is military blouse away from his sweat soaked back. His mind drifted off, coming to rest on the unseasonably hot temperatures for this time of year in Montana. Shaking the slight distractions from his troubled mind, he sighed loudly continuing t