“I’m not so sure I want you to be cour.” He jerked around and looked over his shoulder. “When we finally settle in our real house, it will be near a town, won’t it? Otherwise, how do you expect me to be courted out here in the middle of nowhere?” She sobered and flashed the look that always won him over…the half-pout, wistful gaze. No more climbing in and out of a wagon to sleep. “In the meantime, Kev and I will finish our temporary shelter, so we can spread out a bit.” He pointed to the lean-to, still in progress. In fact, Sassy, you and yer ma might want to start gatherin’ fair-sized stones and rocks for our fireplace.” It’s sure to happen soon… afore summer is past and the weather turns cold. When we make our strike, we can find some land and build a real house. “I s’pect Kev and me’ll find gold any day now. Papa scraped the last speck of egg from his plate and set it aside. When white soldiers invade the camp and presume to rescue Grace, she must decide where her heart lies. She's dragged to the Indian's camp filled with hatred, anger and fear, but through the help of another white woman in camp, learns the Lakota way. Here's a short blurb to help you understand the story before I post the excerpt:Ī normal morning turns to disaster when a small war party attacks Grace Cummings’ family and slaughters everyone but her.

If that seems far off, just take a minute and consider it feels like yesterday that we took down our holiday decorations. I'm excited to announce the coming release of White Heart, Lakota Spirit from Moongypsy Press in April. T for allowing me space on her blog today.

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