A SOLDIER'S LOVE . . .
As he led her to his tent, the laughter of the wedding faded. Harry looked down at his little bride, and with all of his will mastered the desire to crush her in his arms.
Had he the right to lead her into a life of the cold of an officer's tent in winter, the searing sun and horror of the summer's battles? She was alone among foreigners, barely out of the convent, bred to the sheltered life of a noble lady. What had he done?
He looked into her eyes and read a girl's hero-worship there. For the first time in his reckless life, Captain Smith was afraid ...