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she didn’t have to. Her father might not have been perfect, but he’d taught her to defend herself. Fumbling in her pocket, she found it. A knife. It wasn’t a large blade, but it was big enough. “Let me go!”
      “Not in this lifetime,” he spat at her, gripping her throat again. Against her stomach, she could feel him, the bulbous head of his cock poking against her flesh. He jerked her jeans down. “Spread your legs, squaw!”
      “Turn me loose, asshole.” She brought the blade up level with his side, jabbing him once, trying to break his hold.
      “Bitch!” he yelled. “You aren’t going to cut me!”
    “I already have!”
    Grabbing her arm, he began to twist it, attempting to make her drop her blade, but he was still trying to hold her immobile. It was hard to do both. “Who do you think you are? Fucking with me? I own half this damn state. You’re less than the shit on my boot!” With hate in his florid face, he began to choke her in earnest while still trying to wrest the knife from her grasp. 
      Skye began to kick and struggle, realizing he didn’t intend to let her go. She would die today if she didn’t act fast. Bringing up her leg hard, she kneed him in the balls, but instead of going down, he reached into his coat, taking out a gun. “I’ll show you, you stinkin’…” He pointed the pistol at her and she reacted, knowing she had only seconds. Freeing her hand, she plunged the knife into his neck and a fountain of blood erupted, covering them both in a crimson flood…

      “No! No!” Skye bolted upright in the bed, her whole body trembling in fear. She buried her head in her hands, wishing the nightmare was just that—a bad dream. But it happened. She had killed a man. Unable to take a deep breath, she tried to shake the panic attack. But couldn’t. God, she needed air!
      Throwing back the comforter, she fled her room clad only in a thin cotton gown. She had to get over these night terrors, or she’d never rebuild her life. Pushing her hair off her forehead, Skye looked out the window. Torrents of rain were flooding the land and shards of lightning were slicing through the sky. It was beautiful. She’d always loved storms.
      Hugging herself, Skye opened the door and walked to the edge of the porch. She stood there a moment, taking deep breaths, calming herself. She was safe. She was free. Holding her arms up, she reached toward the sky. “Sa yoshoba.” I am lost . “Ak Akostinincho.” I don’t understand.
    Humming a tune her father taught her, Skye prayed for mercy. More than anything, she wished she could turn back time and be who she used to be. How could she find herself once more?
      BAM! BLAST! CRACK!
      A deafening roar of thunder and an earth-shaking crash of lightning struck a nearby tree and she heard a horse react with fright and a man’s voice trying to calm the animal. Skye peered into the night, straining to see or hear who was out in the angry elements. With the next blazing firebolt, she saw him. Noah.
    ***

    “Whoa, Shawnee. Easy. Easy.” Damn, maybe this hadn’t been the smartest move. The night was too dark for Noah to tell exactly where he was. With the rain falling in thick sheets, he could barely see his hand in front of his face.
      BAM! BOOM! BOOM!
    Another gargantuan crash of lightning seemed to illuminate the whole world. For that split second, Noah tried to see around him. What the hell? What was that? If he didn’t know better, he’d say he just saw a ghost. A white figure running through the trees. Damn. He’d been so upset when he rode off. He hadn’t noticed how far Shawnee brought him. “Hello?”
      “Noah!” A voice carried over the sound of the rain. A feminine voice. “Noah!”
      “Skye?” Shawnee struggled to be still. Noah fought for dominance. Looking down, he could barely see her. But when the storm flashed again, he drank in the sight of her—small, beautiful, standing out in this hell with nothing more on