She wanted to toss and turn, but forced herself to stay still so as not to wake Newton. He snored softly beside her, an arm across her torso. She turned her head and studied him in the moonlight shining through the window. He looked so peaceful, so content, and she wondered if it was because she’d agreed to wait until spring to rejoin her people. The question was, could she wait that long? She sighed and stared at the ceiling. She missed her family, her brothers and sisters, her parents. Oh, she knew they weren’t blood relations, but they had raised her as their own. Perhaps Newton was desperate for her to learn the ways of his people because, now that she thought about it, they were hers as well. White men had come into her tribe’s camps before, but she had never been allowed to see them. Her father had told her to stay hidden, so she did. Now she wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t. Would the white men have taken her away with them, or left her in peace?
What do You think about Newton (Prairie Grooms Book 9)?
