—ANONYMOUS As Hannah slowly awakened, she was aware of being held in muscled arms. Blinking her eyes, she gazed up at Strong Wolf. “Strong Wolf?” she murmured, reaching a trembling, weak hand to his face. “You came to the boat? Oh, Lord, Strong Wolf, I asked you not to. Now you might get ill with cholera. Your people! You might even take the disease back to them!” She tried to move from his arms, but he insistently held her there, then placed a gentle kiss to her brow. “We are not on the boat,” he said, gazing warmly into her eyes. “Look around you. You will see where you are, and where you are going to stay,” Hannah was stunned to find herself in Strong Wolf’s lodge. The fireplace sent out a golden glow of light and warmth. Everything was so quiet; so peaceful. She turned anxious eyes up at him then. “Clara!” she cried. “Did she die? Did I contract cholera? Strong Wolf, I don’t remember anything!” “Your sister is at your brother’s ranch now, recuperating,”
