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Courtney fears this enigmatic loner whose dark secrets torture his soul, yet whose eyes, bluer than the frontier sky, enflame the innocent, determined lady with wanton desires. But on the ...
Courtney fears this enigmatic loner whose dark secrets torture his soul, yet whose eyes, bluer than the frontier sky, enflame the innocent, determined lady with wanton desires. But on the treacherous path they have chosen they have no one to trust but each other—as shared perils to their lives and hearts unleash turbulent, unbridled, passions that only love can tame.
With more than 54 million copies of her books in print and translated into twelve languages, Johanna Lindsey is one of the world's most popular authors of historical romance. Every one of her previous thirty-six novels has been a national bestseller, with several reaching the #1 spot on the New York Times list. Ms. Lindsey lives 'in Hawaii with her family.
Elroy Brower slammed down his mug of beer in annoyance. The commotion across the saloon was distracting him from the luscious blonde sitting on his lap, and it was seldom Elroy got his hands on as tempting a creature as Big Sal. It was damned frustrating to keep getting interrupted.
Big Sal wiggled her hefty buttocks against Elroy 's crotch, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. Her words, quite explicit, got the results she'd expected. She could feel his tool swelling.
"Whyn't you come on upstairs, honey, where we can be alone?" Big Sal suggested, voice purring.
Elroy grinned, visions of the hours ahead exciting him. He intended to keep Big Sal all to himself tonight. The whore he sometimes visited in Rockley, the town nearest his farmstead, was old and skinny. Big Sal on the other hand, was a real handful. Elroy had already offered up a little prayer of thanks for having found her on this trip to Wichita.
The rancher's voice, raised in anger, caught Elroy's attention once more. He couldn't help but listen, not after what he'd seen just two days ago.
The rancher told everyone who would listen that his name was Bill Chapman. He'd come into the saloon a short time earlier and ordered drinks for one and all, which wasn't as generous as it sounded because there were only seven people there, and two of them were the saloon girls. Chapman had a ranch a little ways north and was looking for men who were as fed up as he was with the Indians who were terrorizing the area. What had caught Elroy's attention was the word "Indians."
Elroy had had no Indian trouble himself, not yet anyways. But he'd onlycome to Kansas two years ago. His small homestead was vulnerable, and he knew it -- damn vulnerable. It was a mile from his nearest neighbor, and two miles from the town of Rockley. And there was only Elroy himself and young Peter, a hired man who helped with the harvest. Elroy's wife had died six months after they arrived in Kansas.
Elroy didn't like feeling vulnerable, not at all. A huge man, six feet four and barrellike, he was used to his size getting him through life without problems, except for the ones he started himself. No one wanted a taste of Elroy's meaty fists. At thirty-two, he was in excellent condition.
Now, though, Elroy found himself worried about the savages who roamed the plains, intent on driving out the decent, God-fearing folk who'd come to settle there.
They had no sense of fair play, those savages, no respect for even odds. Oh, the stories Elroy had heard were enough to give even him the quivers. And to think he had been warned he was settling damn close to what was designated Indian Territory-that huge area of barrenness between Kansas and Texas. His farm was, in fact, just thirty-five miles from the Kansas border. But it was good land, damn it, right between the Arkansas and Walnut rivers. What with the war over, Elroy had thought the army would keep the Indians confined to the lands allotted them.
Not so. The soldiers couldn't be everywhere. And the Indians had declared their own war on the settlers as soon as the Civil War broke out. The Civil War was over, but the Indians' war was just getting hot. They were more determined than ever not to give up the land they thought of as theirs.
Fear made Elroy listen carefully to Bill Chapman that night, despite his longing to retire upstairs with Big Sal.
Just two days ago, before he and Peter had come to Wichita, Elroy spotted a small band of Indians crossing the west corner of his land. It was the first group of hostiles he had ever seen, for there was no comparing this band of warriors with the tame Indians he'd seen on his travels West.
This particular group numbered eight, well armed and buckskinned, and they'd been moving south. Elroy was concerned enough to follow them, from a distance, of course, and he trailed them to their camp on the fork of the Arkansas and Ninnescah rivers. Ten tepees were erected along the east bank of the Arkansas, and at least another dozen savages, women and children included, had set up home there.
It was enough to turn Elroy's blood cold, knowing this band of either Kiowa or Comanche were camped only a few hours hard ride from his home. He warned his neighbors of the Indians camped so close by, knowing the news would throw them into a panic.
When he arrived in Wichita, Elroy told his tale around town. He'd scared some people, and now Bill Chapman was stirring up interest among the regulars in the saloon. Three men declared they'd ride with Chapman and the six cowhands he'd brought with him. One of the regulars said he knew of two drifters in town who might be inclined to kill a few Injuns, and he left the saloon to go in search of them, see if they were game.
With three enthusiastic volunteers in hand and the chance of two more, Bill Chapman turned his blue eyes on Elroy, who had been listening quietly all this time.
"And what about you, friend?" the tall, narrow-framed rancher demanded. "Are you with us?"
Elroy pushed Big Sal off his lap but kept hold of her arm as he approached Chapman. "Shouldn't you be letting the army chase after Indians?" he asked cautiously.
The rancher laughed derisively. "So the army can slap their hands and escort them back to Indian Territory? That don't see justice done. The only way to insure a thieving Indian don't steal from you again is to kill him so he can't. This bunch of Kiowas slaughtered more'n fifteen of my herd and made off with a dozen...
Posted June 21, 2012
I have always enjoyed Johanna Lindseys books. This one I couldnt rate high because of the gd word used constently through out the book. I think I counted about 44 times. I tolerate most curse words but g*dd*mn is not one of them. The book itself was cute but I wouldnt have bought it if I had known it had so much language. If that doesnt bother you then thats fine and its a good book. If it does I suggest you pick another book by her.
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Posted July 22, 2011
This is one of Lindsey's best. I have read this more than once and it never gets old. Both main characters are fun to read about & once you are done with this once you must read the daughters story....not as good but a fun contuation of this story. I can't wait to read about other children in the future (hint). Enjoy!
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Posted December 30, 2012
I have read all Johanna Lindday books and this one is a keeper! It draws you in and keeps you enthralled. The characters are both likeable and there interactions are complex and exciting, I would definetly recomend it! I also had no problem with language like other reviewers did,innfact I didn't even relize it!
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I really enjoyed this book. The language used did not offend me as others write in the review. I have read this book several times and have never been disappointed. One of Lindsey's best.
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Posted June 13, 2003
This might be my favorite Lindsey--and I've read them all! Chandos is the hottest thing alive (oh, those blue eyes!). This is not a must-read, it's a must-buy!
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I have read this book a few years back and the charictors names were different•The book is still a good read a little advice to the author though! How about putting a little more spice in your romantic scenes• A little dull in that catagory• Other wise the book was a good read•Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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