Chapter OneMontana Territory, 1870
She would never, in her long, long life, forget that first sight of him, riding through fresh snow high as the breast of his Appaloosa stallion, with the sky broad and ice blue at his back. Never forget those gleaming golden moments when she thought he was someone he was not.
Abigail, her six-year-old daughter, stood beside her at the window, perched on an upturned crate and peering through breath-fogged glass. "Look, Mama, he's come for us! I told
you he would -- isn't he spectacular?"
Evangeline Keating bit her lower lip, tying to diffuse the swell of reckless...