She fought and rode better than any man . . .
. . . but was helpless in his arms.
”Amy, I'll be back."
For eight years Amy Deverall clung to the words Rain Tallman had whispered, as he kissed her and rode away. Smart as a whip, and as eager for life as a young colt, Amy grew up along the might Wabash River, waiting for the handsome Shawnee-raised boy who had gone off to explore the wilderness beyond the horizon.
Now, the broad-shouldered, gun-toting trapper galloping toward her was a new Rain Tallman. His slow, sweet kisses taught her passion and she long to ride beside him down the dangerous trails he traveled. But where was the boy she had known? Had he really grown to be a steel-hard, silent loner who would take her heart and never say "I love you?"