Many, many thanks to Susan White who was kind enough to read this story and offer insights from a Native American perspective. Cover design by Syneca Featherstone * * * * * Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Thank You! About the Author * * * * * Chapter 1 Marisa Lacoste doubled over as pain sliced through her sides. Run. Keep running! She sucked in air. She just needed a minute, then she'd get moving. Stupid! She'd been so stupid. So unaware. So naive. If she hadn't returned to camp earlier than expected… If she hadn't overheard them deciding to find her and kill her now, when the storm would work to their advantage… She tried to quiet her breathing so she'd be able to hear them. Tried to force herself to breathe through her nose, her throat and lungs already aching from gasping cold mountain air. How could Ethan be involved in this? And for money. He knew the most important thing to her was her art. It was all she'd cared about since she was old enough to hold a crayon.
