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Notah had been listening intently to everything being said above him. He let out a sigh of relief when he finally heard her leave his prison area. Again, he had thought for such a tiny thing, she had the fearlessness of a mother mountain lion. What was he going to do with her?

“Love her,” came a faint voice in his head that he knew was Squash Blossom’s.

He smiled, “Thank you, Squash Blossom. You were my first love, and the love of my youth. I will not forget you, and I will not let our children forget you either.”

He felt a cool breeze touch his cheek and then she was gone. And this time he knew she was truly gone. She’d come to him when he needed her and she had set him free to love again, to move on with his life, and leave his grief behind.


Apacheria, September 1860

Amanda was coming to. The bone-jarring, bouncing pace the Indian was setting made the blood throb in her head where he’d struck her. One muscular arm held her securely against his bare chest. When she inhaled, she could smell him. He smelled of the outdoors, leather and horse, and another odor she did not recognize. The sight of his bronzed skin around her middle sickened her, and she fought the nausea that threatened to erupt over them both.

This could not be happening to her! One look at his sun-browned arm assured her it was so. Captured by Indians! It seemed preposterous in this enlightened year of 1860, yet here she was being carried off to God-knew-where, by some hideously painted savage. True, she’d heard

FATAL ATTRACTION: As the dancers circled, women in one direction, the men in the other, Gabriella and Cougar suddenly came face-to-face. Gabriella swayed forward, whether in time to the beat of the drums, or from the inclination to be closer to him, she did not know.

Cougar reached out and pulled her in line beside him, although it was supposed to be her choice. On the downbeat of the drum, each time they dipped, their hips brushed against each other although they were not touching anywhere else or holding hands. You were not allowed to hold your partner, just dance side by side; men’s arm crossed over their chests, the women’s at their sides. Cougar leaned down to speak to her. She could feel the warm moisture of his breath blowing over her hair, then her cheek.

Startled awake, Julietta sat up and clutched the side of the wagon as it rocked to a stop.

“What’s happening?” she yelled up to the private driving the wagon.

 “Ambush!” he yelled back. “Stay down, Miss Stanton. We’ll handle this. A few of those damned rebel redskins who’ve jumped the reservation, probably. Just stay inside and keep your head down.”

 Julietta had known such attacks before. Charlestown had been under siege at one time, and she was just as frightened now as she had been then. The gunfire brought it back all too clearly, vivid memories of cowering in her aunt’s basement while cannon fire sound from the fields.

 Oh, Lord, why do people think the only solution to things are guns and wars?

 But what had she expected. After all, her father was a general in the United States Army. Why did she think there wouldn’t be fighting still going on? If the country needed a standing army, that meant they expected a fight somewhere, right? Was she still so naive?

Kayto was aware of her every move. Knowing she could not go anywhere, he ignored her. Meanwhile, the braves set about watering their ponies and the stolen stagecoach horses as well. After a brief discussion with his men, Amanda saw them hand over a couple of leather bags to Kayto along with an extra horse. As they left, they called back something in Apache to him that caused them all to laugh out loud.

 Amanda heard their laughter and wondered if it boded ill for her. Now she was completely alone with him and entirely at his mercy.

 Striding back to her with panther-like grace, Kayto made signs and asked, “White-Eyes woman ride horse?”

About a quarter of a mile away, Cougar and Gabriella had walked to the spring in silence. She sensed that Cougar was not exactly happy with her along, but didn’t know why. He was bent over the spring filling the buckets with the sweet, clear water while she watched him secretly, she thought.

 Cougar was aware of her every movement. He felt her eyes on him like hot strokes. She had tried to make small talk as they walked down the path, but he had only answered in grunts and monosyllables. Finally, she had shrugged and said, “All right, if you don’t want to talk to me, then I don’t want to talk to you either.”

 But both of them knew that was not true. She did want to talk to him and she wanted him to talk back. He had never been so acutely aware of a woman before. He was not a novice in the act of love, but no one had aroused him so quickly or so suddenly as this White-Eyes female did. It angered him, too. He did not want to repeat his father’s mistake of desiring a white woman.







Navajo Sunset continues the story of the Apache brave, Nahilzay, and the twin sister of Bacca Begay, Bella. She has long been in love with Nahilzay but his hatred for the white soldiers and what they did to his famly has left him with a bitterness and desire for revenge he cannot curb. He leaves the Navajo reservation in New Mexico to join up with the Apache medicine man, Geronimo, in one last ditich effort to fight against the US Cavalry, knowing it will probably be his last battle. Brokenhearted, Bella goes to the city of the White Father, Washington, to gain knowledge of how the white man lives but plans to return to the Navajo reservation in a year's time, hoping against hope that by then Nahilzay will have come to his senses and realize he loves Bella enough to give up the old ways.