Jane Harris, on the run fr om life back East, hoped only to survive. Still, everything in this breathtaking territory was overwhelming–including John Whitefeather, a blue-eyed Cheyenne leader who'd awakened her to womanly desire.
John Whitefeather knew what it was like to be an outsider. That was why he was so drawn to Jane. But this shy violet was blossoming into a passionï ¬ ‚ ower with roots deep in Montana soil, and maybe deeper still in his lonely heart….
