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  Praise for the Novels of Cassie Edwards

  “High adventure and a surprise season this Indian romance.”

  —Affaire de Coeur

  “Edwards puts an emphasis on placing authentic customs and language in each book. Her Indian books have generated much interest throughout the country, and elsewhere.”

  —Journal Gazette (Mattoon, IL)

  “Few can relate a story as well as Ms. Edwards.”

  —Midwest Book Review

  “Edwards consistently gives the reader a strong love story, rich in Indian lore, filled with passion and memorable characters.”

  —Romantic Times

  “Excellent . . . an endearing story . . . filled with heartwarming characters.”

  —Under the Covers

  “A fine writer . . . accurate . . . Indian history and language keep readers interested.”

  —Greeley Tribune (Greeley, CO)

  “Captivating . . . heartwarming . . . beautiful . . . a winner.”

  —Rendezvous

  “Edwards moves readers with love and compassion.”

  —Bell, Book & Candle

  Also by Cassie Edwards

  Rapture’s Rendezvous

  Silken Rapture

  Portrait of Desire

  Wild Desire

  Wild Thunder

  Wild Whispers

  Wild Splendor

  White Fire

  Wild Embrace

  SWIFT HORSE

  CASSIE EDWARDS

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  Table of Contents

  Praise for the Novels of Cassie Edwards

  Also by Cassie Edwards

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Teaser chapter

  ABOUT CASSIE EDWARDS

  ZEBRA BOOKS are published by

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  Copyright © 2005, 2017 by Cassie Edwards

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book.

  If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the Publisher and neither the Author nor the Publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

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  First published in December 2005 by Signet, an imprint of New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

  ISBN: 978-1-4201-3668-5

  eISBN-13: 978-1-4201-3669-2

  eISBN-10: 1-4201-3669-0

  In friendship, I dedicate Swift Horse

  to Laura LaRocque of Dunseth, North Dakota.

  Always,

  Cassie Edwards

  Chapter 1

  That I did always love,

  I bring thee proof;

  That till I loved you,

  I did not love enough—

  —Emily Dickinson

  Kentucky, 1850

  October, the Corn-ripening Moon

  The four-room log cabin was being warmed by a slow-burning fire in the stone fireplace. Colorful blankets and plush pelts hung along the walls, while the aroma of venison stew cooking in a huge brass kettle filled the air. Midafternoon sunlight splashed a golden glow through the windows into the room.

  Swift Horse, who was the tyee, chief, of the Wind Clan of the Creek tribe, sat in a wooden rocking chair before the fire. He slowly rocked as he discussed the upcoming hunt with his close friend One Eye, of the Wolf Clan of Creek, who sat in a second rocking chair a few feet away.

  Soft Wind, Swift Horse’s younger sister, sat on a blanket on the floor a short distance back from her brother and One Eye, preparing corn for the upcoming meal. Corn was her Creek people’s main staple of food. Many delectable, nourishing dishes were made from it.

  Soft Wind’s face was beautiful, her body petite and clothed today in a prettily beaded doeskin dress and matching moccasins. She wore a ribbon woven into the lone braid that hung down her straight and narrow back, and a necklace of shells around her neck.

  As the hum of voices between her brother and One Eye continued, Soft Wind held a wooden pestle as she ground corn in a deep, round wooden bowl.

  But her mind was elsewhere.

  It was on a man, another friend of her brother and their people. She was in love with Edward James Eveland, a white man who was the resident trading-post storekeeper at their village. She planned to marry Edward James soon.

  Her clan approved of Edward James even though his skin was white, but she hadn’t yet announced her marriage plans to anyone but her brother. Once she got the chore of telling One Eye behind her . . . then she could finally reveal her happy news to everyone!

  She shifted the wooden bowl on her lap and paused as she gazed up at her brother, then moved her gaze slowly over to One Eye. She had been waiting for the opportune moment to tell One Eye of her wedding plans, yet dreaded telling him her news as well, for deep down she feared his reaction. He had never kept his intention to marry her a secret, and had long talked of her being his wife.

  This was why she was going to break the news to him in the presence of her brother. If One Eye reacted as badly as she expected him to, surely her brother would finally see that he was not trustworthy.

  Soft Wind saw a shiftiness about One Eye that her brother was blinded to. The look in his single eye reflected his behavior, and she couldn’t understand how her brother, the astute person that he was, couldn’t see this character flaw. It could only be that he just wouldn’t let himself.

  He and One Eye had been friends since they were young braves learning how to walk in the moccasins of a man. Both were now chiefs of their separate clans.

  As Swift Horse and One Eye continued talking about the hunt, Soft Wind gazed at her brother again with admiration. He was a chief at his young age of twenty-six, and a man everyone respected. He was so handsome today in his colorful beaded jacket, fringed buckskin breeches, and moccasins. A wool sash was tied at his waist, and a wide cloth headband, decorated only with a feather, held his raven-black hair back from his sculpted face.

  Yes, he was handsome and noble, this brother of hers, a man of much kindness and intelligence, and a leader of leaders. Their father, who had been chief before Swift Horse, had taught him well. He’d died not long ago, at th
e hands of renegades, as had their mother.

  Soft Wind gazed at Swift Horse’s bold nose, his high cheekbones, his full lips, and eyes that blazed with intelligence. His sinewed muscles made the seams of his jacket strain at his shoulders and arms.

  She thought again of another man, the man she loved. He was handsome, too, but in a different way. He was not as muscled, or as tall as her brother, but his blue eyes had mystified her the first time she had looked into them. His warm, sincere smile had brought her into loving him almost immediately.

  When there was a slight pause in the conversation between her brother and One Eye, Soft Wind started to seize the opportunity to tell One Eye about her decision to leave her personal lodge, to move into another—a man’s, whose bed she would share every night. But again the talk resumed about the hunt, and Soft Wind sighed to herself and resumed grinding the corn into a fine meal that she planned to use that evening.

  The longer she waited, the more apprehensive she grew about telling One Eye at all. But if she didn’t tell him personally, and he found out otherwise, it would truly anger him, and something told her that it was best not to anger him needlessly. So, she waited.

  “I hope to find many itchy-lako, big deer, while on the upcoming hunt,” Swift Horse said, studying One Eye.

  He would never forget the bravery of his friend on the day he lost his eye. While hunting, they both had become trapped by a bear. One Eye, who had been called Lone Wolf until that day, had jumped the bear and sunk a knife into its heart, but not before the bear had injured one of his eyes so badly that it had to be removed. It was then that he had been renamed One Eye.

  Yes, One Eye had gotten the scar on his face valiantly, and Swift Horse would forever be grateful, for the bear had lunged at Swift Horse and would have killed him immediately, had it not been for One Eye’s courageous act. They had been ardent friends before that had happened, but now their bond was even stronger.

  “But as we learned as young braves, the primary target of the upcoming hunt is the white-tailed itchu,” Swift Horse said. “When winter arrives, the rutting season begins. It is a time when bucks become aggressive and they abandon the deep cover of the forest in the search for mates. The hunt will be even better then.”

  “But now is the time for our people’s main trade,” One Eye said, giving a quick glance toward Soft Wind, whom he had loved for so long, and so badly wanted to marry. Yet being so disfigured, he was afraid that when she looked at him, it was with secret disgust. Being as sweet as she was, however, she had always been careful not to reveal these feelings to him.

  “There is also beaver, bear, and raccoon,” Swift Horse said, having noticed how his friend had given Soft Wind a quick glance, and seen in his one eye a longing that he understood. Swift Horse knew that his friend pined over a woman he knew could never be his. He felt sure that One Eye was aware of Soft Wind’s feelings for the white man who was admired by all Creek for his honesty in trading and his sincerity in how he felt about the red man.

  But if One Eye wasn’t aware of her feelings for Edward James, Swift Horse knew that he would know soon, for Soft Wind was going to tell One Eye about the upcoming nuptials today. He knew this to be so because he had seen it in her eyes today and in how she hesitated from time to time, seeming ready to say something.

  Swift Horse had already accepted it inside his heart that he had lost his sister to this white man, but he was not sure yet how One Eye would take knowing how she felt for someone of another skin color. Swift Horse thought that One Eye blamed his disfigurement for her having turned away from him. But knowing his sister better than anyone else, Swift Horse knew that Soft Wind’s heart was pure. She could never choose one man over another because one was no longer appealing in appearance.

  “There is also less likelihood of meat spoilage in the colder months,” One Eye said, sensing his friend’s hesitation, and wondering why. It surely had something to do with Soft Wind because One Eye had seen Swift Horse give his sister occasional uneasy glances. He sensed something was different about Soft Wind today. She would look at them both as though she were ready to tell them something, then would return her gaze back to her chore at hand.

  One Eye hated to hear what she surely would say even before this private council was over. He knew that Soft Wind loved another man, and it was rumored that soon there would be vows spoken between them. Now all that was needed was for Soft Wind to confirm it verbally.

  One Eye was prepared not to let the truth tear at his being, for he had prepared himself even as far back as when he had lost his eye that things would never be the same for him in many respects, especially where women were concerned. Most looked away from him rather than linger their eyes on him with disgust in their depths.

  “We are going to use fire this time to catch the whitetail deer,” Swift Horse said. He turned his eyes to Soft Wind. “Sister, you must be sure to remind the other women not to go into the forest once the fires have been set, because they might get trapped.”

  “I will be sure to tell them,” Soft Wind murmured. “They are aware of this practice of using fire since you use this means of hunting at least one time a year.”

  Unable to keep her feelings to herself any longer, Soft Wind dropped the wooden pestle into the bowl, stood up quickly, and said, “One Eye, I have some news to tell you. I plan to marry Edward James Eveland soon,” she blurted out.

  One Eye flinched as though he had been hit, even though he had expected this announcement. It made him bitter to know that he was hideous to look at, while the young trader was handsome.

  Swift Horse saw his friend’s reaction and his sister’s uneasiness over it. “Soft Wind, come to me,” he said, rising and holding his hands out.

  Feeling bad over seeing One Eye’s pain, Soft Wind went to her brother and moved into his arms, welcoming them. When he embraced her, it was with comfort and love, which she needed so much.

  “I am certain that One Eye is happy for you, my sister,” Swift Horse said as he looked past her shoulder and into One Eye’s one eye.

  He could see a quiet bitterness and he understood. This man had adored Soft Wind since they were children. But she had never returned those feelings, and never could. She had even voiced negative feelings about One Eye. She saw him no longer as a friend her brother could trust.

  She had told Swift Horse that since the day of the bear attack, she felt that One Eye had changed into someone else . . . someone very unlikable. Swift Horse had not seen that in his friend. He still trusted him and he would never forget the courage that it took for One Eye to go against that bear to save Swift Horse’s life.

  “It is time for me to share my news openly with everyone,” Soft Wind said, gazing into her brother’s midnight dark eyes.

  “My little, beautiful sister, you have been sharing this with everyone for much longer than you seem to realize,” Swift Horse said, gently taking her by the shoulders and holding her away from him as he still gazed into her luscious dark eyes that were shaded by thick lashes. “It has been in your voice when you talk. It has been in your eyes. Even when you walk, it is different. Yes, it will not be news to anyone, as I am certain it was not news to One Eye. But it will be good that you openly say it.”

  “Do they truly realize my feelings?” Soft Wind said, her eyes widening. “Am I that revealing in how I behave?”

  “Yes,” Swift Horse said, chuckling beneath his breath.

  She smiled broadly. “Then I will reveal the truth to everyone,” she said, then slid her eyes over to One Eye. “Besides my brother, you are the first, One Eye.”

  “I am happy for you,” One Eye said thickly as he slowly rose from the chair, then stood facing her and Swift Horse.

  “Thank you for understanding. And One Eye, one day a woman will be announcing to her people that she will be taking you as a husband,” Soft Wind said. Then she forced herself to say things she truly did not feel, but felt it was necessary. “You are a man of such kindness and heart,” she murmu
red. “Yes, a woman is waiting out there for you somewhere. Your visions, your dreams, will lead you to her.”

  Surprising both Swift Horse and One Eye, Soft Wind stepped away from her brother and gave One Eye a hug, even though every fiber of her being abhorred the action. But she felt this was necessary, for the sake of her brother, who still saw One Eye as his dearest friend.

  Swift Horse watched as One Eye, unsure of what to do, held his arms at his sides, then slowly brought them up and returned Soft Wind’s hug.

  “You have been my brother’s best friend for so long, and a friend of our family. I wish you well and do hope that one day a woman will come into your life who will make your heart smile as mine is smiling now,” Soft Wind murmured, hoping that her feelings of loathing at being in his arms were not visible to her brother, or One Eye. She was glad to be able to finally step away from him and return to her task of making meal from corn.

  “Thank you for what you just did,” One Eye said thickly as he gazed down at Soft Wind. He slowly sat down in the rocking chair as Swift Horse returned to his. “I shall remember your embrace and soft words, always.”

  Soft Wind forced a smile as she gazed up at him, then focused on her task at hand now that the terrible chore of telling One Eye was finally behind her. She had only a bit more preparation to go before she would be finished with this chore of preparing her corn and ready to begin her next.