( Lonesome Hearts series, book 1 )
On a trail full of danger,
will her guide her to heaven or hell?
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Fort Leavenworth, Kansas—Spring 1850
Lord help her, for she had entered Hell. That Hannah had sought guidance from the God of her past made her loneliness increase tenfold. She should’ve prayed to Grandfather Spider.
“Well, what’a we got here?” someone yelled from behind her. The voice was rough with malicious undertones.
“Don’t reckon I know,” replied another man. “Though she be a purty lil’ yellow-haired thing.”
“Maybe, but we’d hafta get them injun’ clothes off her to tell fer sure.”
Hannah stiffened in her saddle but kept her buckskin-clad knees tight against White Cloud’s sides, urging him forward. She fought the need to tug down the frayed cuffs of her wool coat or touch the beads and feathers in her belt for comfort.
Don’t react, she told herself. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t turn back.
A mountain man, the size of a bear, spat a foul-smelling stream of brown chewing tobacco in front of White Cloud’s path. He sneered at Hannah with lips stretched over rotting teeth.
Behind him on a saloon porch, a trio of dusty cowhands rose from their card game, waved their whiskey bottles at her and hollered, “Ooh-wee, lovey! Come on down from yer horse. Let us show you a good time.”
Strident feminine laughter filled the air. Hannah’s gaze darted heavenward to discover a row of women dressed in corsets and short calico skirts. They leaned over the balcony railing, watching her with black-rimmed eyes full of disdain.
If she ignored them, maybe they’d leave her alone. Or maybe coming to Fort Leavenworth hadn’t been such a good idea. She had no choice. She couldn’t turn back.
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