Veronica Blake was raised in a small mountain town in Colorado. She grew up listening to stories about cowboys, Indians and the Wild West. Her love for these bygone times inspired her to write her own stories about romance and adventure in the Old West.
Was there any warrior more handsome, more virile than the powerful young war chief bathing naked in the river? Meadow was certain she’d never forget the sight of his lean hips, his sinewed thighs and bronzed chest. He was all that a Sioux maiden could want in a mate. But though she’d been raised in the village, Meadow was not really one of the People. Her parents had been white, and her past would bring unexpected disaster upon her band of Oglala.
She was his to love, her flaxen hair shining like gold on the furs as he stroked her sweet body. But when she was ripped from his arms after a single night as his wife, Black Horse swore he would rescue her from the pony soldiers. Even if he lost his own freedom, his life, he would gaze one more time into the beautiful jade green eyes of the woman who possessed his soul.