Indian Summer Love

He was the 'every man" that every woman wanted. He was part gentleman, part beast, and all animal. Educated and intelligent with a quick wit and unmistabkable sense of humor, he was so much more than he initially seemed. Behind that engaging smile and beneath the bronzed skin pulled taut over bulging, chiseled muscles, lay the determination of a man who was neither Indian nor white, but rather a melding of both. He was a man who knew what he wanted the instant he saw it, and hesitated at nothing to go after it. Fearless and unfaltering, he knew what to do when faced with dangerous foe or fem fatale. His fiery passions, which could make his tomahawk yield a death blow faster than the blink of an eye, could also ignite into kind of heat that would make the most resilient woman melt in his arms. Yet, this bold and ruthless man had a touch as light as a feather when it fell on a woman's skin. A touch that could hold her heart forever. He was as strong as a bear, as fierce as a cougar, and as cunning as a fox, and knew this virgin land as thoroughly as he knew his own body. He could appear in an instant, as if out of thin air, and disappear with equal stealth. His footfalls were too soft to detect, but his kiss could ignite an inferno like flint to steel when the lips of the one he wanted. Bethany Ashley was a multi-faceted woman. A forward-thinking woman who felt a restlessness deep within her soul for something more-more than just marrying, being a wife and mother and toiling from before daylight until well past dark caring for a home and family. There must be more to life, she believed. Convinced that she was destined for greater things left her yearning for more, so much more than what her life here on the frontier would ever be able eto offer. Or so she thought. Beneath her attractive, composed exterior, which presented a calm resignation for what her life as a coming-of-age-girl in1840 held in store, churned an unseen volcano of desires and ambiltions that she could