Inside, now, the woman had a lantern in one hand and a turf knife in the other, and the Duke…
“She is not coming, your grace,” the vicar said, and the whole of St. Ocman’s went so quiet that Corwin…
Witchah, Kansas. August 1874. Gideon Thorne pulled back the canvas covering his freight wagon. The sun was a white hot…
The night Clara Whitmore collapsed in the snow outside Silas Brennan’s gate, she had already made peace with death. Her…
The agency sent the wrong woman west and it saved them both. Gideon Hale felt it in his hands before…
She arrived at the grandest ranch in the valley with nothing but an empty basket, torn shoes, and tears she…
He demanded a simple vessel, a quiet and obedient woman who would give him an heir and secure his vast…
Clara Reed had a talent for arriving in difficult situations without making them worse. This was not a passive quality,…
Hire me as a ranch hand,” he said. She looked at him. Wind off the ridge, dust on the air….
The seam at Maria Denholm’s left shoulder had been turned twice, and the third turning would take the dress past…