This is a hot happily ever after, fictional, historical romantic western. Where a Native American Indian; a man of his age, finds love with an English-speaking rose.
Filled with strong dominant men. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love in the American West of the 1890’s. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment dealing with the struggles of their time. Often dealing with harsh realities. And through it all, a story of hope in the most desperate of times. Love blossoms, to raise your own passions and bring them alive. If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English, with American language and words and slang from both languages.
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Sent to track the horses that were missing, he did is job well. An encroachment on their territory that wasn't unusual. A raid, taking tribute. The question was, who. What tribe dared. Eventually finding their tracks he followed.
Getting to the river, what he didn't expect to find was an English female wandering around without a care in the world. One look at her and he knew something had happened to her. She was confused and not aware of her surroundings.
In this place that was stupid and dangerous....
Seeing him she just stood there. Not running or hiding. Just stood like a dear in the sun waiting for the kill shot.
Thinking that, it didn't seem right to him. That such beauty should be marred in some way. And then he saw the blood on her back and the wound of a knife to the skin. She was lucky to be alive. And then he heard the hunters calls. They'd let her go for a reason.
Playing with their kill.
He should turn around and leave, but he now knew who had their horses. Those coming for the woman.
There was no point asking where her kin were. They were likely dead, maybe one or more sacrificing themselves for her to get away. But, that hadn't worked. This was likely well planned, the party following for days. And by the noise, they knew exactly where she was.
Standing he watched her. No reaction at all. She wasn't here. Lost to the trama of what she'd seen and endured.
If he was going to act, it had to be now.
Going to her she just stood there waiting for the end. No one home. In an instant, she was in his arms and they were moving fast away from the river. Avoiding leaving tracks, he pushed on further into his territory. Unsure if he was making things better or worse for her. She might prefer to be with her dead. Who was he to deny her?
But the future was uncertain and he couldn't turn away.
Her fate might follow her anyway. She looked to be just out of her youth. Old enough to be married, have children and yet they were not with her. Had they been killed? He didn't know and felt for her loss. A loss he knew only to well.
Would she ever come back from the place her mind felt safe?
He had no answers to the woman that was in his arms. Brushing the pale coloured hair from her face, he saw the beauty there. It had been a long time since a woman was in his arms.
Some said he was broken too. Unable to take another female, the ghost of his wife still with him. He nodded as he moved faster through the trees holding his cargo. Maybe they could both help each other.
And he would get back those horses and justice for her and his tribe......
Genre: Romance
Filled with strong dominant men. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love in the American West of the 1890’s. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment dealing with the struggles of their time. Often dealing with harsh realities. And through it all, a story of hope in the most desperate of times. Love blossoms, to raise your own passions and bring them alive. If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English, with American language and words and slang from both languages.
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Sent to track the horses that were missing, he did is job well. An encroachment on their territory that wasn't unusual. A raid, taking tribute. The question was, who. What tribe dared. Eventually finding their tracks he followed.
Getting to the river, what he didn't expect to find was an English female wandering around without a care in the world. One look at her and he knew something had happened to her. She was confused and not aware of her surroundings.
In this place that was stupid and dangerous....
Seeing him she just stood there. Not running or hiding. Just stood like a dear in the sun waiting for the kill shot.
Thinking that, it didn't seem right to him. That such beauty should be marred in some way. And then he saw the blood on her back and the wound of a knife to the skin. She was lucky to be alive. And then he heard the hunters calls. They'd let her go for a reason.
Playing with their kill.
He should turn around and leave, but he now knew who had their horses. Those coming for the woman.
There was no point asking where her kin were. They were likely dead, maybe one or more sacrificing themselves for her to get away. But, that hadn't worked. This was likely well planned, the party following for days. And by the noise, they knew exactly where she was.
Standing he watched her. No reaction at all. She wasn't here. Lost to the trama of what she'd seen and endured.
If he was going to act, it had to be now.
Going to her she just stood there waiting for the end. No one home. In an instant, she was in his arms and they were moving fast away from the river. Avoiding leaving tracks, he pushed on further into his territory. Unsure if he was making things better or worse for her. She might prefer to be with her dead. Who was he to deny her?
But the future was uncertain and he couldn't turn away.
Her fate might follow her anyway. She looked to be just out of her youth. Old enough to be married, have children and yet they were not with her. Had they been killed? He didn't know and felt for her loss. A loss he knew only to well.
Would she ever come back from the place her mind felt safe?
He had no answers to the woman that was in his arms. Brushing the pale coloured hair from her face, he saw the beauty there. It had been a long time since a woman was in his arms.
Some said he was broken too. Unable to take another female, the ghost of his wife still with him. He nodded as he moved faster through the trees holding his cargo. Maybe they could both help each other.
And he would get back those horses and justice for her and his tribe......
Genre: Romance
Used availability for Jessie Rose Case's The Hunter