He was a hard riding, hard drinking drifter, a half-breed who had no use for a frightened white girl fleeing an unwanted wedding. He told himself he needed only the money she offered to guide her across the plains, but half-way between Galveston and Ogallala, where the buring prairie met the endless night sky, he made her his woman. Now she was his to protect, his to cherish, and he would allow no man-white or Indian-to come between them. There in the vast wilderness where his desire had ignited her, he swore to change his life path, to fulfill the challenge of his vision quest, if only he could keep her love.
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